You know, I have a thot to share after so long:
You read too many dark novels, loved them so much that you wanted to taste it once and then kiss it goodbye. It fulfills your most desired fantasy and you go can go back to your normal life, right?
You find a dangerous and sexy man in an expensive club you saved up to visit. You don't know what he does but he's bad considering the look of fear people have whenever he's around so you make your move and get to dance with him and fuck him and oh my! He's so fucking good at it, like he's straight out of those novels.
But now you can slip away, right? He won't care or remember you. It was just a one night stand, right?
You still grin to yourself, remembering that night and the thrill of it all, as you go on about your day. It will be a wild memory and a story to share in the future.
But when you walk out of your work building and see Nick leaning against the black car, your heart pauses. Then jumps to your throat.
You never gave him your last name. Never mentioned where you worked.
He opens the backdoor for you, but you stay frozen in place; your mind scrambling to decide how to act.
You take a second too long and Nick moves.
He walks over and gently traces your cheek with his finger. His voice remains soft, but the power of threat behind his words is unmistakable.
"Get in the fucking car, kitten. Now."
