Sean's POV
She thinks she owns me now.
And maybe for a minute, she did.
She played her game so sweetly—soft fingers, hard commands, my name spilling from her lips like she’d never moaned it before. And I let her.
Because I loved the way she looked with power in her grip.
But love only goes so far.
And I was starving to remind her who made her that way.
She came into the room in nothing but a towel, wet hair curling down her back, skin flushed from a long bath.
Smug.
Satisfied.
She thought I was still broken.
I let her walk past me. Let her reach for the lotion on the dresser. Let her turn her back to me like she hadn’t just spent the last two days pulling strings I gave her.
Then I moved.
Fast. Silent.
I had her pinned against the dresser in a blink, chest to her back, my ha
