Lana’s Point of View
What the f**k just happened? I asked myself, quarrelling with my subconscious, because whatever happened between Christian and me felt more like a demonic possession.
I glanced at him. He was calm. Too calm. One hand on the wheel, the other tapping lightly as he whistled under his breath, as if nothing had happened.
He was back in control. Back to himself.
My heart tightened in my chest, trying to make sense of it.
How could a man like him, so important, so wealthy, want to give that control away? Especially to someone smaller than him. I didn’t understand the concept of this mater-slave relationship, but my body seemed to enjoy it more than I imagined.
“I know you are confused,” Came his relaxed voice, and his eyes tore from the road to glance at me. “But there
