Remiri had seen her before—Meera. A woman whose presence was like gold: heavy, dazzling, impossible to ignore. High net worth, sharp in business, sharper in heels. Meera wasn't the type to chase anyone, but the way her eyes lingered on Remiri told a different story. One night at a private event, their paths finally crossed. Meera approached her with the confidence of a woman who always got what she wanted. "You're even more striking up close," she said, her tone smooth as silk. Remiri smiled, dimples soft but unreadable. "So are you." It wasn't money that intrigued her—Remiri had plenty of her own. It was the way Meera carried herself, all control and poise, like she ruled the world. Remiri liked that. Liked testing it even more.
Behind closed doors, the tension cracked open. Meera was bold, pressing Remiri back against satin sheets, kissing with the authority of someone used to leading. Her hands were firm, her mouth demanding, and for a moment, Remiri let her. She let Meera believe she had the upper hand, let her think she was unraveling her. But Remiri's silence wasn't surrender—it was calculation.
When the timing was right, she shifted. A kiss turned into a bite, soft lips into fire, and before Meera could blink, Remiri had taken her place on top. Their eyes locked, Meera breathless beneath her, Remiri's curls falling forward like a crown. "You don't get to own me," Remiri whispered against her lips, voice low and commanding. "I take what I want."
The clash of power electrified the room. Meera gasped, her hands digging into Remiri's hips as she realized this was no ordinary encounter. Remiri moved with precision, with hunger, her mouth trailing down with bites that left Meera trembling. Control slipped from Meera's fingers, and she surrendered—not because she had to, but because Remiri made her want to.
The night burned with passion, a dance of dominance and surrender, each refusing to be ordinary. And when it was done, they lay together in silence, the city's glow spilling through the windows. Remiri's smile was soft, but her eyes were sharp. Meera stared at her, both shaken and captivated. "You're dangerous," she murmured.
Remiri smirked, dimples deepening. "No. I'm unforgettable."