Anonymous Encounters by Cassandra Dee

I don’t even know his name. But I let him take me anyways.
Who goes on a site called Discreet Encounters? Well if you’re me, a shy, naïve eighteen year old girl, then on-line meet-ups sound pretty good.
But when Donovan answered my ad, I was surprised. What was a billionaire alpha doing on a site like this?
And when I met him in person, he told me to bend over.
He told me that I was his, that I had to do whatever he ordered, even if we were total strangers.

He told me to crawl, to beg, to cry out his name as those six pack abs pressed into me, as that big muscle poked me from behind.
But I loved it. I did everything he commanded … and more.
What’s happened to me? How did a shy librarian become a bad girl, leaving all my inhibitions at the door?
Because I’ve become a girl I don’t even recognize. But I just want more of Donovan, his ownership, his touch, his possession.
I belong to him. And I can’t get enough.