AUTHOR'S POV
"No."
Olivia shoved both of her hands violently against Antonio’s hard chest, breaking the agonizing, intoxicating spell. The heavy, s****l haze in the room shattered into sharp, terrifying reality. She scrambled backward, slipping off the edge of the plush mattress. Her bare feet hit the cold floor. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps.
If Bruno walked through that door right now, she was a dead woman.
She snatched her wrinkled skirt from the rug and yanked it up her legs. Her fingers trembled so violently she could barely manage the buttons of her silk blouse.
"You think you can buy me with an orgasm?" Olivia spat, her voice shaking with a mix of leftover arousal and fresh fury. She grabbed her shoes. "You think you can hold my own pleasure hostage to force my subm
