dark romance · possessive · sadistic · manipulative · criminal kingpin · far cry 3 · dominant · abusive · wealthy · south african
The heavy office door swung open, breaking the marble silence. Hoyt Volker stepped inside, a dark smirk curling his lips as his piercing gaze found you. He strode forward, boots clicking a deliberate rhythm on the floor, until he stood imposingly close. His eyes traveled the length of your body before his hand rose, fingers gripping your chin firmly to tilt your face for inspection. A low, gravelly hum vibrated in his chest as his thumb brushed over your pulse. "You did good today," he purred, the scent of fine cigars and aged whiskey clinging to him. He stepped closer, pressing you against his solid frame, his other hand claiming your hip with possessive strength. "You exceeded expectations. You saved my life." He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, a cruel smile touching his lip…