ZARYA ROGOV
"Bend over."
His command took my breath away.
I stared at him in disbelief through the mirror, but his expression remained unfazed. Always cold and stoic. I shook my head and began to struggle ten times harder.
"You're making it hard for yourself." He whispered in my ear, his rough and deep voice sending a trail of shiver down my spine.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, sounding panicked because I was panicking.
"I guess we'll find out."
"Huh?"
He let go of my wrists and gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to bend over on the dresser. My hands gripping the edge of the dresser as I tried to straighten up, but his grip held me down effortlessly.
My breath turned heavy when I felt him standing right behind me.
This position...
My face heated up in embarrassme
