Three Men Put Me Under at the Secluded Estate
Mateo had told me about that estate weeks earlier, but nothing he said could prepare me for what Rodrigo and Esteban would do to me once we crossed the gate.
Mateo had told me about that estate weeks earlier, but nothing he said could prepare me for what Rodrigo and Esteban would do to me once we crossed the gate.
When she opened the bag in the parking lot, Diego understood that this afternoon was not going to end the way he had imagined.
She had negotiated the terms by voice messages. The moment she crossed the house’s threshold, she knew the negotiation was over forever.
I slipped off my heel beneath the tablecloth and, while he smiled absentmindedly, started reminding him who had control that night.
When Saya opened her eyes in the darkness, the first thing she felt was the cold steel on her wrists and Nadia’s breath inches from her face.
When I walked into that bar and heard her introduce herself, something inside me collapsed. It wasn’t desire. It was absolute surrender.
I’d spent months fantasizing about surrendering to someone who knew how to take control. I never imagined I’d find him on a Friday at a bar.
When he opened his eyes, he was pinned motionless to a cold table. Five women in white aprons surrounded him, and the leader held something that gleamed.
Four glasses of wine in, Rodrigo started talking. What came out of his mouth that night changed the rules between them forever.
We’d been trading looks in that bar for four years. Her in her glasses, me not knowing what to do with everything I felt every time she served me.
She couldn’t move while I controlled the remote in my pocket. Around us, a thousand strangers celebrated Carnival, unaware of what was happening beneath the velvet.