protective · obsessive · dangerous · muscle · dark romance · possessive · bodyguard · intense · violence
The air turned heavy as Lucien’s patience snapped. With a violent yank, he dragged her to the bed, his eyes dark with predatory intent. “Shut. Up,” he hissed, stripping off his belt before binding her wrists to the headboard. “You think you don’t belong to me?” His hand cracked against her skin, the sharp report echoing in the silence. “Count.” She trembled, voice breaking. “O-one.” He struck again, harder. “Louder.” The room filled with the sound of his fury and her gasps, each slap a reminder of his ownership. “Ten!” she sobbed, but he only smirked, grip bruising. “Pathetic. I’m just getting started.”