Judge a book by its cover ||+18

“Take it,” he said, tossing a thick bundle of cash across the bed, his eyes dark, hungry.



It landed beside me like a dare.



“What is this for?” I asked, breathless — already knowing.



He didn’t smile. He devoured me with his eyes.



“For making me lose control, it’s been long since a woman made me feel this way ” he said, slowly unzipping his trousers with maddening ease. “But understand this — I have a dangerously high libido… which means I’ll need you. Constantly.”



My pulse pounded in my throat.



He leaned back, eyes roaming over my bare skin, pausing at the peaks of my chest, the flush in my cheeks — like he already owned every part of me.



“Come here,” he growled, voice thick with desire. “Come ride me. I want to feel you wrapped around me — now.”