Pinned Down, Stretched Wide, And Made To Take It (Black World Order)

Freya didn't know what she was truly missing until he walked into her gym, all smooth confidence, dark skin glistening with sweat, and a stare that made her knees buckle. She was used to being the one in control—used to men stumbling over their words, too intimidated by her curves and commanding energy. But Lucas was different. He didn't flinch when she barked orders during yoga class. Didn't stammer when she caught him looking at her from across the weight room. In fact, he looked longer. And when he smiled—that cocky, slow, devastating grin—something deep inside Freya clenched with need. There was heat between them. That dangerous kind of heat—the kind that simmers in the silence between flirtation and full-blown surrender. And Lucas? He wasn't just confident. He was patient. The kind of man who didn't chase—he lured. With words, with looks, with a quiet power that said you'll come to me when you're ready… and when you do, I'll ruin you. And Freya… she wasn't just ready. She was starving.