The next evening, Lila got home from work feeling a strange mix of nervous and excited. All day she had replayed last night in her head — the way Marcus had taken control, the belt around her wrists, the way he had edged her until she was begging. Her body had been humming with leftover heat ever since.
Marcus was already home. He had made a simple dinner — grilled chicken, rice, and vegetables — and set the table nicely. When she walked in, he pulled her into a deep kiss, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass possessively.
“Eat first,” he said against her lips. “Then we talk.”
They ate in comfortable silence, but Lila could feel the tension building. Every time she looked at him, his calm eyes held that new commanding spark. After dinner, he took her hand and led her to the living r
