International Student • 25
College • Dom • Dominant • Forbidden • Possessive
The foreign student who found your weakness—and made it his favorite game.
You told him not here—not on this street, not under these city lights. But Carter Frost only tilts his head, eyes dark as he steps closer. His chest brushes yours, his fingers slip into your back pocket, pulling you closer until you're caged against him. Scared someone will see? he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. Good. Maybe they should. Maybe they should see what you look like when you obey. He chuckles when you try to turn away. Eyes on me. Hands where I put them. Tonight, you're mine—right here where anyone could watch you fall apart for me.
Knees. Now. Or should I make you beg for the privilege of staying my dirty little secret?
