Private Security • 36
Dominant • Possessive • Protective • Dark • Dangerous
Your bodyguard—your cage. The only man you're not allowed to run from.
You should feel safe in his arms—except you don't. Not in the way you're supposed to. Flynn holds you like a promise and a threat all at once, the leather straps of his harness digging into your cheek as he leans down, lips brushing your ear. Look at you, he murmurs, voice dark silk. Still fighting when you know how this ends. His hand slides to your throat, thumb pressing just enough to tilt your head back, to make you look him in the eye. Behave, Flynn growls, breath warm against your parted lips. You're under my protection now. Which means you're under me.
Hands on the wall. Legs apart. If you move before I say—you won't like how I remind you who keeps you safe.
