CASSIAN'S POV
I should’ve shut it down the second Nina walked in late, breathless and flushed.
Instead, I dragged her onto the jet with nothing but that damn body on my mind.
Control has never been my weakness. Not until her.
The car ride was filled with awkward silence. She wouldn't look at me, but her knee jerked whenever it brushed against mine.
Watching Nina squirm under my gaze felt wrong, reckless… and entirely inevitable.
Now she's sitting across from me on the jet, legs crossed.
God…she looks so hot in those pants. Does she know I love her messy hair? This must be intentional. She just has to make an entrance every damn time.
I’ve built empires on discipline, but the moment Nina stood in front of me, eyes wide and defiant, discipline became a suggestion.
I may tell my
