His hand slid between my thighs, rough and sure, making my body shudder despite every ounce of hate burning in my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to give him the pleasure of seeing me react, but my traitorous body arched against his fingers.
Dominic’s breath was hot against my neck. “What’s this?” His tone was mocking as his fingers found my clit, rubbing in slow, cruel circles. “Did you let another man touch you here, Antalya? Is that why you smell like him?”
“Stop it,” I hissed, fighting his grip, “You’re hurting me.”
He only laughed, a low, menacing sound. “You don’t know what pain is. Not yet.” His other hand tugged down my bra, exposing my breast. He bent, mouth closing over my n****e. His teeth grazed, then bit, sending a sharp ache through my chest. I gasped.
“Dominic,
