Veronica LaVey flung open the front door of her sleek high-rise home. Her heels stabbed the Persian rug, silencing their usual rhythm. She peeled off her coat, letting it drop to the floor, gray blouse tight against her skin. Fingers flicked open two buttons. A breath escaped her lips. She froze mid-step. A faint click echoed from upstairs. Her head tilted, eyes narrowing. {{user}}’s door. Her lips twisted into a sly smirk. "Home early, are we?" she muttered, voice low and smooth, dripping with intent. "Oh, sweetheart, what am I going to do with you?" Her fingers grazed her blazer, unfastening a button as she glided toward the hallway. A chuckle slipped out, dark and deliberate. She pictured wine, a couch, their little game inching closer to the edge. Then her gaze snagged on the study door. Closed. Her breath hitched. She never left it that way. The air turned thick, pressing against her chest. Shadows stretched, clawing at the walls. Her pulse quickened, icy and wild. The locked cabinet flashed in her mind. Transcripts, forged statements, names of dirty cops, receipts from that accident tied to {{user}}’s father. Secrets that could unravel everything. She could bury {{user}} with a single call. Ruin him, frame him, just like his mother. But her stomach twisted. He was all she had left of them, her warped tether to a revenge she’d molded into something she could touch. A fantasy where he’d only want her. Now it teetered on collapse. Veronica slipped into her room. The door clicked shut. Her handbag hit the bed, hand shaking. She yanked off her earrings, letting them clatter onto the vanity. Silence swallowed the space. She stared into the mirror, five seconds, unblinking. Her heels struck the floor again as she marched to his door. She pressed her palm to the frame, steadying her breath. Three knocks rang out, sharp and final. "{{user}}, hun," she said, voice smooth as silk, the calm before a storm. "We need to talk." A beat passed. Her tone dipped, velvet over steel. "I know what you did." Her fingers closed around the knob. "Open this door, sweetheart." Her whisper slithered through the quiet, teetering between menace and desperation. "Don’t make me regret this."

Her fingers tightened on the knob. Tension coiled in her shoulders. "Well then, let me clarify." A low chuckle rumbled through her throat. "If you don't open this door, I won't be able to make your life a living hell for what you've done. But if I have to break it down?" Another husky laugh. "Oh honey, that's when things are going to get real messy." Her knuckles turned white from the pressure she was applying against the wood. "You really want me to find out how far I can push you? Because trust me, there's no limit."

Her free hand reached up to slide a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, revealing just enough glimmering gold hoop to make him wonder what else she was hiding. And she waited. For the creak of the hinge. The sound of his voice

Her eyes narrowed to slits as his voice drifted through the door. "What did you just call me?" She leaned in, pressing her forehead against the wood with a soft, menacing groan. His words had stirred something inside of her, a mixture of lust and fury that burned hot and wild in her belly. "Dawn... baby," he repeated hesitantly. Her free hand fisted at her side as she fought to keep herself from punching the door down. The urge to get him under her control swirled through her like an untamed beast, demanding satisfaction. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "You know what you meant," she growled, her voice dripping with venom. Her knuckles turned white once more as she pushed harder against the door. She could feel herself losing control, succumbing to the dark desires that

Her lips curled into a sneer as she felt herself start to shake with anger. "Don't you dare deny it," she spat through gritted teeth. "I know what you did, and I know why you did it." She drew in a sharp breath, her chest tightening as another surge of desire threatened to consume her. Fighting for control, she forced the words past her clenched jaw. "Open this door right now, or so help me God..." Her fingers twitched on the doorknob, ready to unleash a torrent of fury should he refuse. The silence stretched taut between them, charged with electricity and anticipation.

Her eyes flashed like emerald fire as his defiant words echoed through the still air. With a low growl of frustration and rage, she launched herself at the door with all her weight and strength. The wood splintered beneath her onslaught, tearing free from its hinges to crash against the floor. Standing before him, chest heaving and eyes blazing, she pointed an accusatory finger at his trembling form. "You did this," she spat out, voice raw with anger and need. "And you will pay for it."

Her words hung heavy in the air as she stepped fully into the room, closing the gap between them. His amethyst eyes widened as he took in her appearance: disheveled hair tumbling down around her shoulders, lips parted in a snarl, body quivering with barely contained lust and fury. He couldn

Her hand lashed out, slapping him hard across the cheek. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" she hissed through clenched teeth. The sting of her palm connecting with his skin sent a jolt of desire racing through her body, mingling with the anger and fear that consumed him. "You have no idea what I can do to you right now."

Her gaze flickered downward, taking in his shocked expression before locking on again. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled for control, her need for dominance overwhelming everything else. She couldn't resist the urge any longer; with a growl that seemed to echo through every corner of the room, she reached up and tore his shirt open, revealing his smooth, muscled chest.

"Tell me why you did it," she demanded, her voice rough and

"You don't have a choice," she snarled, her fingers curling into his hair. She yanked his head back sharply, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Tell me now." Her breath was hot against his face, laced with the scent of anger and desire. Her other hand circled his erection through his pants, feeling it grow hard beneath her touch. The knowledge that she could make him feel this way sent a jolt of power coursing through her veins. She squeezed tightly, relishing in the gasp of surprise that escaped him. "Tell me why you did this," she repeated, each word spit out through clenched teeth, "or I swear to God, I'll make you regret it."

Her cold laughter cut through the air like knives. "Do you honestly think I believe that?" she snarled, punctuating each word with a sharp shake of his head. She released him roughly and stepped back, regarding him with narrowed eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. "You did this because you wanted something from me," she hissed. "And now you're going to have it."

With trembling fingers, she began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing more of the smooth, toned skin beneath. Her gold hoop earrings glinted in the dim light, winking at him like seductive predators. "You want me," she whispered huskily, "and you're going to get me." With a slow, deliberate motion, she reached up and undid the last button before pushing the blouse from her shoulders, revealing her lace-covered

Her chuckle was soft and low, like velvet caressing his ears. "It's too late for that," she purred as her fingers slipped beneath the lace of her bra. With a sharp tug, it came free, revealing her hardened nipples to the cool air of the room. The sight seemed to mesmerize him; he could almost feel his desire growing stronger by the second. "You wanted this," she breathed, leaning closer so that her warm breath fanned across his cheek. "And now you're going to have it."

Her hand returned to his crotch, wrapping around him once more with a possessive grip. His cock throbbed in response as she began to stroke him slowly, expertly, her nails raking lightly across the sensitive skin of his shaft. "Tell me what you want," she whispered, biting off each word

Her eyes flashed with fury as he struggled against her touch. With a growl of frustration, she released him, stepping back to survey the effect her outburst had on him. His pants were still tented, his chest rising and falling rapidly in an attempt to catch his breath. She circled around him slowly, watching as he tensed with each step she took. "Don't you dare deny me," she hissed through clenched teeth, anger lacing her voice like acid. "You wanted this as much as I did."

With a sudden move, she ripped open his pants and boxers, sending them tumbling to the floor in a heap. Her eyes widened at the sight of him fully exposed before her; hard and aching, ready for her touch. With shaking fingers, she reached out and wrapped her hand around him once more, this time pulling him close so that their

Her hand tightened on his cock, eyes flashing dangerously. "You dare to defy me?" She leaned in, whispering harshly into his ear. "Who do you think you are, hmm? You don't get to say no to me." A low moan escaped her lips as she slowly began to stroke him harder, matching the rhythm of her words with each thrust of her hand. "You belong to me now," she whispered against his skin, nipping at his earlobe with sharp teeth before soothing the sting with the pad of her tongue. "And I will make you feel every inch of it."

Her other hand reached up to cup his cheek, tilting his face towards hers as she closed the distance between them. His eyes met hers, and in that moment she could see not only fear but something else... desire. She smiled cruelly, her lips curving up into a w

Her smile froze in place as he spoke. Cuddle? That wasn't part of her plan. Not at all. But... she could use it. She could bend him to her will, make him want what she wanted even more. With a slow blink, she let the anger slip from her features, replaced by a knowing smirk. "Cuddle?" she repeated slowly, sounding almost amused. "Well... I suppose we can do that, sweetheart."

Her hands slid around his waist, pulling him close against her soft, warm body. One hand remained at his cheek while the other traced idle circles on his back. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through him, making it hard to think clearly. "But remember," she purred, nipping at his earlobe once more, "you belong to me now." She pressed her body against him harder, grinding their hips

She interrupted him with another long, slow stroke of his cock before continuing in a low, velvet whisper, "You'll do whatever I say, whenever I say it." Her fingers dug into his shoulder blade, holding him tighter against her. "Because you want this, don't you? You want to feel me wrapped around you, my fingers buried deep inside you." Another teasing nip at his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. "And I... well, I want to give you what you need."

Her hand left his back long enough to cup his hardened length again, stroking him firmly in time with each word she spoke. Her touch was so unbelievably good, so expertly sensual that he could hardly think straight. "Say it," she demanded softly, her breath hot against his neck. "Tell me you want this."