Submitting To Him
a man whose presence seemed almost myth
he could dismantle anyone foolish enough to cross him. His aura radiated d
't quite capture him-he was striking. His athletic build was undeniable, the fabric of his polo shirt and tailored pants clinging t
rk, midnight eyes regarded me with surprising care, and I found myself momentarily
ink. I explained that it's against policy." I felt my bladde
om," he instructed, his
walked away, leaving me dumbfounded. Who was this
. I didn't need to be told twice. I bolted toward
king the attendant with a smile. Yet my eyes scanned the crowded
here to be seen. Sighing, I made my way to the bar and ordered a few shots.
n hand when I heard
ing of the bar, I saw him clearly. He wasn't just handsome-he was devastatingl
t surged through me, and I clenched my thighs instinctively, trying to suppress the
nd a restroom." I offered a smile, but he didn't return
before turning his attention to his phone. I bit my lip, feeling a flicker of self-doubt. Was I unattract
ng thoughts, startling me so much that I spilled my drin
aid, his voice softer now. He gestured for the
a spark jolted through me-a spark so in
o; his eyes darkened, and he bit h
ly stained my cleavage. As I cleaned myself, I could feel his gaze on me-stea
eliberate slowness, sending a shiver up my spine. Who was this man, and
escape the intensity of his presence. But as I moved, m
t, and he held me firmly, his g
rations seeming to echo through me. Flustered, I tried to stand upright, but once again
rubbed his forehead, one arm s
ively. My fingers brushed against his skin, warm and smooth, and his
ou home," he said, his
artender, then slipped one of my arms over his shoulder and st