Plugged in the Pantry
Scarlett K
Some women liked vanilla. Some liked a little bite.
But Vanessa? She was built for something darker—something that curled around her spine like heat and made her breath hitch in tight spaces. She had spent most of her life in control: polished, calm, and cool-headed, the kind of woman who told others how to behave. But there was always a shadow lingering in the back of her mind. A hunger.
She didn’t crave love.
She didn’t crave flowers.
She craved to be overpowered.
And the one man she should’ve never let inside her house—let alone her pantry—was the only one capable of bringing that craving out of her with one look.
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