Raisel’s POV
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Yes, I’m in. But I have my conditions,” I said, my voice firm despite the tremble in my hands. This isn’t what I want. Not at all.
Joshua’s eyes darkened with intrigue. “And what might those be?” he asked. He didn’t shut me down immediately, which meant there was hope—however slim—that I could claw my way out of this mess.
“You will respect boundaries,” I demanded, my tone sharp. “When I say no, it means no. You won’t blackmail me or manipulate me into doing things.”
He leaned back, exuding the kind of confidence only a man like him could radiate. “I don’t have to force you into anything, Raisel.
You’ll beg me for it,” he said smugly, his arrogance filling the room like a storm cloud.
I rolled my eyes so hard I was sure th
