Villain Ch 1979. Belt and Headboard
He brought her wrists up, slow, almost gentle. Almost. Then looped the belt around them, fastening her hands to the headboard.
"You can still breathe," he murmured, lips brushing her ear. "That's enough freedom."
She gasped as the leather tightened just a notch more.
Then he leaned back. Looked at her.
"I'm going to be rough," Allen said. No apology. No soft edge. Just truth. Cold and hot at the same time.
And her body? It responded. A pulse deep and aching.
He stood.
His clothes came off slowly. Like he wanted her to feel the anticipation. The strip of fabric across his chest. The sleeves. The heat of skin revealed inch by inch, as his toned frame came into view, until there was nothing left.
Her eyes dipped lower.
And her breath hitched.
There. Thick. Hard. Heavy.
He was fully bared now, and she couldn't look away.
