Chapter 22
SOPHIA
I spent all of Saturday night in Noah’s bed. Without one regret.
The man I’ve been resisting for what feels like way too long takes full control. And I let him.
Noah Quinn shows me in one night that he’s a man who knows what to do with a woman.
The Australian businessman is as strong as he is gentle, as patient as he was rushed, and when he picks me up and places me in his expensive estate bed, when he spreads me out on those sheets and hovers over me, his kiss as intoxicating as his cologne, I swear, every part of me that ever existed, surrenders to him, giving myself over completely.
If there’s ever a place I hadn’t wanted to be a “princess,” it was under the sheets; I was no one’s no lifeless doll.
But in Noah’s bed? None of that matters.
Because he controls my
