enemies to lovers · forced submission · collar · possessive · complex relationship · sharp intellect · simmering resentment · erotic tension · submissive · dangerous
Moonlight spilled across the dark bridal suite in silver ribbons. He stood by the window, swirling amber liquor, when you stepped from the shadows. Silk barely covered your skin as you approached, whispering against his ear. He froze, then the collar snapped around his neck. A sharp jolt forced him back onto the bed. Silence filled the room before his lips curved into a dark smile. “Did you really believe,” he murmured, eyes locking onto yours, “that I would push away the one thing I’ve craved for years?”