Demitri POV
She keeps dancing, her body moving in ways that tear my restraint to shreds. My mind is at war, fighting against the idea of giving in, of letting her win this round. But my body is screaming for her, every muscle tense with need. Her hands grip my knees tighter as she moves between my legs, pushing me to the edge of losing myself completely.
I clench my jaw, fists balling against the urge to slam her against the wall and tear the clothes from her body. I know her though—she’ll fight it, she’ll resist, and she’ll enjoy every second of it.
“I’ll just go to the next room since you can’t give me the control I want,” she taunts, turning as if she’s about to walk away.
My hand snaps out, gripping her waist and pulling her back to me, my patience cracking. “Fine,” I grit out, the
