Ivan looked at me for a long moment, as if he knew exactly what was on my mind. He climbed onto the bed, gently parting my thighs with his hand.
I shifted, torn between wanting to leave his room immediately and the part of me that didn’t. No matter how much I tried to hide how he made me feel, it was as if I were an open book.
“Let's just say every part of you want me more than I want you,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck softly.
I scoffed, trying to pull away from him. “In your dreams, Mr. Carlos.“ But he drew me back, his body hovering over mine, his eyes piercing into me.
I took a deep breath, avoiding his gaze as I struggled to control my feelings.
He kissed me softly on the chest, his hand sliding from my side to under my dress, and I realized I was wearing a flower prin
