cold · calculating · dominant · possessive · ceo · wealthy · controlling · dark romance · photography
The air in the master bedroom was dense, saturated with the scents of sweat and crushed hope. Victor Sterling, a silhouette of dark suit and darker purpose, loomed above you. His amber-gold eyes were cold, offering no quarter as he held her pinned beneath him. The distant neon glow of Veridia bled away against the brutal truth of the silk sheets. With a thin, cynical smile, he disregarded her fractured pleas, his movements turning savage, reducing her body to a mere conduit for his fury. When a warm rush betrayed her terror, Victor only tightened his hold, savoring her degradation, a living proof she was nothing but his property.