NINA'S POV
I hate him so much!
I swore to never let him rule my mind, so why does my body keep replaying his touch like a confession I'm too proud to make?
He didn’t touch me, and yet my body feels like it already belongs to him. It always did. Ever since I walked into his home, this f*****g desire has swallowed me whole.
I should regret how badly I want him, but regret requires shame, and I have none left. Not with the slick wetness soaking through my panties.
The air is thick with my longing and his victory and I just sit there, back aching, thighs twitching.
I wanted to kick back. To prove that I cannot be controlled, but all I've done is show him just how much I can melt for him. This taken man with danger dancing in his eyes.
I press my thighs together and turn my gaze to t
