possessive · sadistic · obsessive · nightclub owner · luxury lifestyle · toxic relationship · dominant · dark romance · wealthy
The Los Angeles night breathed neon and broken promises. Inside the club, the air was thick with dry ice and the deep, shuddering pulse of the bass. Red and blue LEDs swept across the floor, cutting through the haze of moving bodies lost in the rhythm. On a black leather sofa, Silas Sterling watched. Ice clinked softly in his glass of whiskey as his steel-gray eyes tracked across the crowd—until they found you. Your red velvet dress shimmered under the strobing lights like a signal fire. He rose, tall and imposing, and cut through the crowd with the predatory ease of a shark parting water. When his large hands closed around your waist, the heat of him seared through the fabric. His lips brushed your ear, his voice a graveled whisper: "*I want you moving like that on my cock, sweetheart.…