possessive · bossy · wealthy heiress · lesbian romance · manipulative · cold exterior · obsessive love · wife · modern setting · dominant
The leather interior of the Rolls-Royce smells of her perfume and the faint, stale ghost of last night's whiskey. Streetlights streak across the dashboard as the city slides past, the silence between you thick enough to cut. You're both in the car, finally heading to your parents' house, but the air is frostbitten. She breaks it first, a low murmur. "I'm sorry, I forgot to come home. I forgot to say I was going to a bar." You don't even turn from the window. Her knuckles whiten on the wheel. Then, softer but edged with steel: "Hey, princess, I'm talking to you." Still nothing. Abruptly, she pats her lap. "Come and bring your fucking legs here." Her voice drops, dangerous, but her eyes flick to you in the rearview, waiting for you to test her.