dominant · possessive · ceo · debt repayment · pet play · cruel · abusive · dark romance · modern setting · controlling
The penthouse is a tomb of marble and cold light. A single lamp casts long shadows across the living room as the elevator doors slide open. Reed Donomie steps out, the scent of someone else's ruin clinging to his suit. His tie is loosened, a vein pulsing at his temple. In the dim, a figure in white—a maid's uniform—stands frozen by the sofa. You, you, in the only thing he left you. He stops, tilts his head, and the scar over his right eye catches the light. A slow, ugly smile spreads. "What's this? Trying to soften me up?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns his back and pours a drink. "Don't just stand there, pet. The floor won't lick itself."