Rosette's point of view ~~~
“This time… I want you to beg for it.”
How ironic. Moments ago, I was keen on staying away from this man. Now, I'm shamelessly going to beg him to f**k me?
I couldn’t think straight. Every rational thought drowned in the unbearable need between my thighs.
My eyes darted to his hardened c**k still below his belt and I swallowed.
If I don't turn away now, there would be no going back.
But I want this. I want this man who I shouldn't want. If we do this, there's more possibility that it'll end in a disaster.
But I don't care right now.
My eyelids fluttered and I lowered my head, my lips parting as a shaky “Please…” escaped me, barely audible.
His hand shot to my chin, tilting my face up until our eyes met.
The lust in his icy, gray eyes mirrored mine,
