Satanic Behavior

My mouth went dry as I stepped into the room. The darkened room smelled of varnish, incense and dark leather. My eyes were blurry, adjusting to the dark room. What was this gorgeous curly haired man into? I walked towards the bed placed in the middle of the spacious area, the sheets a dark shade of violet, an enticing colour. On the far right there was a mahogany chest with a lock in front, a rack full of hand cuffs and long canes. My hands slowly slid over the leather of the crop, my breath hitching slightly in my throat.
“Well?” He questioned, his head cocked to the side as he placed his hands in the pockets of his black tight jeans. Every part of him made my skin prickle, my mouth run dry, my body shiver and the apex of my legs clench and dampen. Well? What did he want me to say? What was he even into?
“What is this?” My voice was soft, barely audible, his eyes were dark, his mouth pressed into a thin line, he shrugged his shoulders as if he was ashamed to say.
“You don’t know?” he enquired, amusement plastered on his face. My cheeks blushed a deep shade of crimson. No I didn’t, why would I ask you if I knew?
“If I tell you, do you promise not to run?” I nodded, not sure if I trusted myself enough. What was this about?
“I’m into dominance and submission, I would love to do all of this with you.” What? My eyes widened and my mouth fell agape. Harry Styles was a dominant…

Isabella Brummer was a seemingly normal college girl, but when she gets involved with a dark, twisted young man, that happens to be in a world famous band, would she be able to handle his dark past and what comes with it?

From the author of Gang War
*inspired by 50 shades of grey