Chapter 1
The house was quiet. My father was gone again — another week-long business trip. I’d gotten used to the pattern. Elena would spend her evenings reading in the library after her book club meetings, curled up in the big leather chair with one of those spicy romances she loved so much.
I’d started reading them too. And the more I did, the more I wanted to be the kind of man the heroines in those books craved — dominant, possessive, unapologetic.
Tonight, I found her exactly where I expected.
The library was dimly lit, just a single lamp on.
Elena was curled up in the chair, legs tucked under her, wearing a silky robe that had slipped open just enough to show the lace edge of her nightgown.
She didn’t hear me come in at first. She was too absorbed in the book, her cheeks faintly flushed, lips parted slightly as she read.
I leaned against the doorframe for a moment, watching her. Then I stepped inside and closed the door behind me with a soft click.
Elena startled, closing the book quickly. “Walker. I didn’t hear you.”
I didn’t say anything at first. I just walked over, slow and deliberate, and stopped in front of her chair. Towering over her. The way the book boyfriends always did.
She looked up at me, her eyes wide and a little nervous. That shy, elegant beauty that had always driven me crazy.
I reached down and gently took the book from her hands, glancing at the page she’d been on. A particularly steamy scene. I smirked and set the book aside.
“You read these every night,” I said, my voice low and steady. “All those dominant men taking what they want. Making their women beg for it.”
Elena’s breath caught. She shifted in the chair, her robe slipping a little more.
I leaned down, bracing one hand on the arm of the chair, caging her in. “You ever wonder what it would be like? To have someone like that in real life?”
She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing deeper. “Walker… we shouldn’t—”
I tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“I’m not asking, Elena,” I said, my tone firm and commanding, just like the heroes in her books. “I’m telling you what’s going to happen. You’re going to put the book down and let me show you exactly how those scenes should feel.”
Her lips parted, her breathing quickening. She didn’t say no.
I leaned in closer, my mouth hovering just above hers.
“Good girl.”
Elena’s breath hitched as I leaned in closer, my fingers still holding her chin. Her eyes were wide, nervous, but she didn’t pull away. That was all the permission I needed.
I kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle. I took her mouth like I owned it, dominant and controlling, just like the men in those books she loved.
My hand slid from her chin to the back of her neck, holding her in place as I deepened the kiss.
She gasped against my lips, and I used it to my advantage, sliding my tongue into her mouth, claiming her.
She whimpered softly, her hands coming up to grip my shirt. For a moment she was stiff, overwhelmed — then she melted, kissing me back with a shy, hesitant hunger that made my blood run hot.
I pressed her back into the chair, towering over her, one knee bracing on the cushion beside her hip.
My free hand slid down her side, gripping her waist through the silky robe, pulling her closer.
The kiss grew hotter, messier. I nipped at her lower lip, then soothed it with my tongue, making her moan softly into my mouth.
When I finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. Elena’s lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were dazed.
“Walker…” she whispered, voice shaky. “We… we can’t—”
I cut her off with another firm kiss, shorter this time, but no less possessive.
“We can,” I said against her lips, my voice low and commanding. “And we will. You’ve been reading about men like me for years, Elena. Now you’re going to find out what it’s really like.”
She shivered, her hands still fisting my shirt. She didn’t say no.
I kissed her again, slower this time, testing her, tasting her, letting her feel exactly who was in control.
This was only the beginning.
Elena was breathing hard, her lips swollen from my kiss, her eyes wide and uncertain. I didn’t give her time to overthink it.
I reached down and picked up the book she’d been reading, flipping it open to the page she’d left off on. A particularly steamy scene. I scanned it quickly, a dark smile curving my lips.
“Read it,” I said, my voice low and commanding. I handed the book back to her. “Out loud. From where you left off.”
She hesitated, cheeks burning, but she took the book with trembling hands. Her voice was soft and shy as she started reading.
“‘He pushed her against the wall, his hand sliding up her thigh, fingers teasing the edge of her lace—’”
I moved in closer, pressing her back against the chair. My hand mirrored the words, sliding up her thigh, pushing the silky robe aside until my fingers brushed the lace of her panties.
“Keep reading,” I ordered quietly.
She swallowed hard, her voice shaky as she continued. “‘He slipped his fingers under the fabric, finding her already wet for him—’”
I did exactly that. My fingers slid under her panties, stroking her slowly, finding her soaked. Elena gasped, her legs parting slightly as I circled her clit.
“‘He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right—’”
I thrust two fingers into her, curling them exactly as the book described. She moaned, her head falling back against the chair, but she kept reading, her voice breathy and broken.
“‘He fucked her with his fingers while his thumb rubbed her clit, whispering filthy promises in her ear—’”
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. “I’m going to fuck you just like this, Elena. I’m going to make you cum on my fingers while you read your dirty little book. Then I’m going to bend you over and take what’s mine.”
She was trembling, her hips rocking against my hand as she tried to keep reading. Her voice was barely a whisper now, but she kept going, the words coming out in soft, needy gasps.
I kept fingering her, matching the rhythm of the scene, my thumb rubbing her clit until she was right on the edge.
“Cum for me,” I growled against her ear. “Just like the girl in the book.”
Elena came with a choked moan, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her body shaking in the chair. I kept moving my fingers through it, drawing it out until she was whimpering.
When she finally came down, I pulled my fingers out and brought them to her lips.
“Clean them,” I said, my voice firm.
She did, shyly sucking my fingers into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine.
I smiled darkly.
“Good girl. We’re just getting started.”