Mara
The garage was dark and smelled like motor oil and leather.
Zander dragged me inside and shoved me against his bike.
He pinned his gaze on me and for a moment, the look in his eyes terrified the s**t out of me.
"Is a denied orgasm what's making you act this way?" he growled, his voice rough and dangerous.
I lifted my chin, refusing to look away despite the terror I just felt a moment ago.
"So what if it is? Got a problem?” I bit back.
He laughed at my words. "You think you're clever, huh Mara?” He gritted out, jaw clenched and gaze darkening.
"I think I got your attention," I shot back.
He stepped closer, caging me between his body and the bike. His hand came up, gripping my jaw and forcing my gaze to his.
"You want an orgasm, Princess? Fine, you'll get it but on my terms.”
