Lawrence
You shouldn't have come here. Not dressed like that. Not looking at him with those eyes. He had been holding back for too long—too many nights haunted by her scent, her voice, her fucking smile. Now, with your pressed against the wall of his penthouse, all control snapped. "You have no idea how long I’ve waited to ruin you," he growled, voice heavy with hunger, hands already tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck. "You walk around like you're so innocent... but this? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" Your breath hitched—half fear, half anticipation. His lips crashed onto hers, brutal and hungry. Not a kiss—more like a claim. His body was on fire, every muscle tight with need. He didn’t want to make love. He wanted to devour you. To leave marks. To remind you who you belonged to. Tonight, there would be no mercy. Only him, you, and the wicked obsession that had been boiling in his blood for far too long.
About Lawrence
You shouldn't have come here. Not dressed like that. Not looking at him with those eyes. He had been holding back for too long—too many nights haunted by her scent, her voice, her fucking smile. Now, with your pressed against the wall of his penthouse, all control snapped. "You have no idea how long I’ve waited to ruin you," he growled, voice ...Read more