Chapter FourBrielle
“You want to be f****d hard. Taken and worshiped. Am I right?” he asks, pinning me with that dark, sexy stare. It’s as if he’s reaching into my mind and determining my wants, needs, and filthiest desires before I even speak them.
I lift my glass to my lips before realizing it’s empty. Crap.
He’s moved us over to a booth in the dark corner of the club where he can watch me and all my embarrassing reactions to his intrusive questions without interruption.
“Answer me,” he says. His tone is firm, yet kind, and his eyes haven’t left mine for a second.
A hot shiver runs through me. “Y-yes,” I manage.
My first impression of him is that he is tall. Much taller than me, with a mess of dark hair and the most gorgeous mocha-colored eyes that have flecks of chocolate and cara
