Bethel's Pov
A shiver violently racked my spine, turning my bones to liquid. I should have been horrified. I should have been furious at the condescension, at the way he was dismantling me piece by piece in the very room where my father signed million-dollar contracts. But the heat pooling between my legs was a traitorous, undeniable truth: I liked it. I liked the danger. I liked the way he looked at me like I was something to be devoured.
Allari didn’t give me time to process the shame. He lifted me effortlessly, setting me onto the edge of the heavy mahogany desk. The wood was cool against my thighs, a sharp contrast to the fever burning through my veins. He stepped between my legs, forcing them wider, claiming the space as his own. His hands moved to my waist, gripping hard enough to
