Chapter 3: MY SUPERVISOR IS RUINING ME WITH HIS c**k AND I’M FALLING APART IN HIS ARMS
I stand outside Marcus’s apartment door exactly one hour later, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. The leather collar is hidden beneath my long coat, rubbing against my skin with every breath. I’m completely naked underneath — just like he ordered. The cool night air teases my soaked p***y as I shift on my heels.
What the hell am I doing? I run a multimillion-dollar company. People fear me. Yet here I am, dripping and collared, about to hand myself over to the one man I can’t control.
The door opens before I can knock.
Marcus fills the doorway, shirtless, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. His eyes darken the moment they land on me — not just lust, but something deeper.
