In Love With My Bully
He looks up at me, his eyes dark and intense, filled with a desire that mirrors my own.
“Say it,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I breathe, my body aching for his touch. “I want you.”
With a growl of satisfaction, he captures my lips again, his kiss fierce and possessive. In that moment, all thoughts of resistance melt away, leaving only the raw, undeniable need to get fucked by the man that haunted me once.