Sebastian’s POV
My words hung heavy in the damp air of the cabin, thick with an iron authority that left no room for debate.
Beneath me, Mia’s body was a tight wire of pure, defiant heat. Her small hands were still tangled in the fabric of my shirt near my neck, her dark hair splayed across the cot like ink on white parchment. She thought she was clever. She thought sliding her hands up my chest and whispering sweet, dangerous little threats against my ear would make me break, or turn me into a nervous wreck for the cameras.
She didn’t get it. She didn’t realize that every soft, calculated move she made only made me want to press her deeper into the mattress until she forgot her own name.
I felt her small chest rise and fall against mine, her pulse hammering wildly against her neck rig
