ELLA
“Take off your dress and spread your legs on the bed.” He commanded, making goosebumps rise everywhere his voice caressed.
The fabric slipped from my shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
I should’ve been scared. Maybe I was. But my body betrayed me as my skin burned for his touch and my breath hitched with anticipation.
“Lie back. Legs apart.” He said while pulling off his tie.
I did.
He paused, drinking me for a split second. Then he moved. Fast and brutal. His hand wrapped around my throat, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind me who was in control.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured as he leaned in, his lips brushing mine, “and I will.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered. “I want you to ruin me.”
That was all he needed to bring
