Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive
I feel her intense eyes lingering only on my body, and I swear I can feel her emanating some sort of pheromones or shit.
“How wrong you are,” she says cheekily.
I feel heat in my stomach. I like her fire.
“Oh really? So, what, you like dominant men then?”
She nods demurely.
I drink this girl in, trying to understand her better. Some parts of her — like her hair, lips, and sultry voice — are extremely feminine, while other parts of her — her assertiveness, dominance, and dirty mouth — are anything but.
“You look surprised.”
“I am … I don’t think I get you.”
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