MAYA
I barely had time to catch my breath before Tristan laid me down on the bed, his powerful body hovering over mine.
His mouth never left me- he was kissing me deeply, hungrily, like he was trying to consume every whimper, every tear, every piece of my resistance. His hands worked fast but deliberately, peeling my dress up and over my head, tossing it aside.
My bra followed, his fingers skilled as he unhooked it and threw it somewhere in the room.
“Tristan…” I gasped, trying to hold onto some shred of anger, but my voice came out weak and needy.
“Shhh, baby,” he murmured against my lips, voice dark and velvet-smooth.
“You agreed to the game. Now let me play with what’s mine.”
He kissed down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, then moved lower. His hot mouth closed aro
