The tightness in my core moved. No longer sure of my wiles—no longer sure of anything—I debated my options. I was alone in this flying mansion with a man nearly twice my size. I'd dressed in the outfit he'd prepared. I'd removed my panties when he'd demanded.
What could I do now? Scream? Would Patrick come to my rescue?
In another situation, most likely. Involving Sterling, never.
Reaching for my hand, Sterling tugged me forward. Then, with his hands on my shoulders, he spun me toward the bed.
I craned my neck his direction, refusing to let him off without a fight—at least a verbal one. “You're an asshole if you think this is acceptable. I'm not a child to be disciplined. Grown-ups talk."
The vein in his forehead became visible as he leaned closer. “Grown-ups also f**k. Which one w
