Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
My head began to spin, likely from the heat of the water mixed with the intoxicating heat radiating from him, leaving me in a daze. A whimper escaped my lips as his hands roamed my body, sending unwanted sensations through me. My body continued to lose strength, and before I knew it, I found myself resting my head on the Don's shoulder. To him, it may have looked like I was enjoying this, but to me, it felt like a sign of defeat.
Taking advantage of my moment of vulnerability, he unclasped my bra. My breath hitched in my throat, but my body felt too weak to protest. I realized I had exhausted all my energy earlier during his strenuous exercise. "Please... don't," I pleaded, biting my lip, praying that he would listen to my desperate plea. But like all my
