Heat curls low in my spine at the thought.
Flynn’s not what I expected. He’s bossy, dominant, and there’s something else. The way his pupils dilated when I winced from the bite.
He liked it.
My fingers reach for the phone before I even realise it.
I search:
man gets off on control… biting… chasing…
Control kink
Primal kink
I tap the links.
Forums light up. Articles. Posts. Discussions.
Chasing. Fighting. Biting. Scratching.
My nails tap against the phone as I scroll.
I keep reading: “Orgasm control.”
Oh.
“Is obsessed, possessive. Enjoys praising when the submissive obeys.”
It makes sense that he’s into this. The question is, am I?
I’m still staring at the screen when a voice breaks through the door.
“Autumn.”
I jump, clutching the phone. Kaden.
He cracks the door open. “Dinner in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.”
“Yes, Sir.” I roll my eyes.
He closes the door, and I catch the flicker of amusement on his face before it disappears.
At least Kaden has a sense of humour.
Flynn… I’m still not sure.
I’ll test that tonight.
Exactly twenty minutes later, I find my way to the dining room, after getting lost four times. The place is a maze, but I make it.
They’re already there, standing, not seated. Talking, both are still in suit pants. Black button-ups, no jackets, and the sleeves rolled to their elbows, they carry themselves like Dobermans ready to strike.
Oh my… Shit, I need a drink.
Flynn turns the second I walk in, whisky in hand.
He walks toward my chair and waits; when I reach him, he pulls the chair out, and I sit down.
