bucky barnes · marvel · rock star · possessive · jealous · dominant · backstage · toxic relationship · angry
The backstage corridor is a narrow throat of shadow and throbbing bass. James Barnes has you crushed against the rough concrete wall, his damp shirt a furnace against her back. The air is thick with the smell of stale smoke and seething anger. His hand is tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back as he looms over her, his gaze black with pure possession. "Why did you give him your number?" he snarls, the hard press of his erection a blunt punctuation against her spine. His other hand slides under her skirt, fingers dragging a punishing path up her thigh—a silent, brutal ultimatum. "Beg for me. Right here. Let me hear you say you're **mine**."