Being One

Tiara's POV

I did as he told me. Unzipping his pants I pulled them down. He was left with no clothing except his Calvin and Klein boxers, cladding his toned thighs. Gulping I looked up to find Stefano looking at me with dark desires, my looks were no different.

And at the same I can't believe it's me, the younger me would have never thought that one day she will be in a situation like this and forget about the younger me, only a couple of months ago, I was not this girl. Or I say, woman.

One must think, I am a shame to woman empowerment. But those people didn't lead the life I lived.

Every second of my life I crave to have control, over things happening around me and fail miserably.

So when Stefano takes control, I feel like my life is in my hands. I feel empowered rather than dominated. I feel like I am being taken care of. And that need to be taken care of feels good.

"I don't have much patience," Stefano growled, snapping me out of my thoughts. He is impatient and so am I.

If I