Lydia had never been to a wedding like this before. The ceremony was beautiful, held in an old church with stained glass windows that filtered golden light over the guests. But what had drawn her attention was the groomsmen, specifically one named Knox. With ink-dark hair and rugged good looks, he might have been intimidating if not for the way he looked at Lydia. It was like he was possessed, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
At the reception, Lydia found herself cornered by Knox. "You belong to me for the night," he growled, and before Lydia could protest, he had grabbed her by the arm and was leading her towards the coat closet. "I've always wanted to fuck in here."
As they stepped into the small, dark closet, Lydia's heart was pounding in her chest. She tried to protest again, but Knox silenced her with a kiss that made her whole body tingle. His hands were everywhere, running over her hips and tracing the curve of her breasts through her dress.
And then he pushed her against the wall and whispered in her ear: "You're going to do exactly what I say." Lydia's knees went weak at the words, and she could only nod dumbly as Knox began to undress her, his fingers rough and demanding.