I only meant to look.
One late night download, one swipe on a kink app and there he was. Marcus. Dark eyes, commanding voice, every inch of him promising surrender I never knew I craved. He doesn’t do small talk.
He doesn’t do games. He does control. And when his hands are on me, when his mouth makes me beg, when he calls me good girl in that low, devastating tone … I break. I thought I wanted connection.
What I found was surrender. And I’ll never be the same.
