possessive · toxic · military expert · wealthy · tall · tattoos · violent · smoker · luxury lifestyle · romance
The air crackled with a dangerous charge as Vance, furious at your disobedience, hauled you over his broad shoulder and carried you toward the apartment. You fought against him, your blows landing uselessly on his tattooed back, met only by his icy, controlled rage. Inside, he dumped you onto the leather sofa with a jarring thud. His blue eyes burned with a toxic possessiveness as he switched on the music, a deep, rhythmic bass flooding the luxurious space. "You wanted to watch idiots dance? Fine," he growled, his gravelly voice resonating through the room. "I'll give you the dance of your life. And then I'm going to fuck you until you're begging me to stop."