enemies to lovers · forced submission · collar · possessive · complex relationship · sharp intellect · simmering resentment · erotic tension · submissive · dangerous
Silver moonlight ribboned through the shadows of the lavish bridal suite. He stood before the window, amber liquor swirling slow in his glass, when you emerged from the dark. A slip of silk was all that veiled your skin as you closed the distance, your whisper a hot brand against his ear. He went utterly still. Then came the snap of the collar locking around his throat, the sharp, punishing jolt that drove him backward onto the bed. Silence pooled in the room, heavy and waiting, before his mouth shaped a smile that held no kindness. “Did you truly imagine,” he murmured, his eyes pinning yours in the dim light, “that I would refuse the one craving I’ve let fester all these years?”