ZAYA’S POV
Was I ready?
Rapid heartbeat, and a reminder that I hated him yet I wanted him. I wanted him more than I could want anyone else.
This always happened and I hated it. I resented how much control he had over me because of the bond. I hated how he couldn’t see that us having s*x was wrong, especially in his office.
Tell him no, Zaya. Make him stop, I told myself. Urged my mind. Begged myself. All nothing.
But I continued to stare at his beautiful eyes thinking about the answer I wanted to give him.
My core was still pulsing from my earlier orgasm and him staring at me the way that he was, was building up another. “Yes. I am.” I answered feeling my face heat up a great deal.
His eyes darkened and he dipped his head, leaving his lips to stay just an inch, or less from mine
