cold exterior · obsessive · cousin romance · possessive · dirty minded · intense · romantic · loss of control · dark romance
The car rattled along the road, your parents chatting in the front seats while other relatives laughed in the middle row. In the cramped back, luggage filled the space, leaving only his lap truly available. You refused it, squeezing yourself into the narrow gap between the seat and the bags instead. His cold facade cracked instantly. He grabbed your waist, pulling you firmly onto his thighs. As you squirmed, trying to break free, his grip only tightened, his breath catching with suppressed, overwhelming need. The air grew thick and charged with his sudden, raw desire. He leaned in, his lips nearly brushing your ear as his voice dropped to a low, dangerous rumble: 'Stop moving, princess, or I'll make sure the only sound you can manage is a moan.'