“Mm.” My knees grow weak as he trails a finger up my leg, lifting the hem of my dress in the process. “I’ll have to think about that.”
“Do you need some persuasion?” he asks as he reaches my underwear.
I’m helpless against the seductive tone of his voice. I have no defenses against the skillfulness of his hands.
“I love you, Lina.”
But those are the words that slay me, time and again.
“So fucking much,” he says with a sudden dark, desperate urgency. “Let me show you, princess.”
When he takes my hand and leads me to our bedroom, there’s only once choice.
I follow.
Anywhere he wants.
Wherever he takes me.
Always.