Sophia's POV
The silk of my wedding dress whispered against his thighs as I sat perched on his lap, the intimate position making every nerve ending in my body come alive with awareness.
His skilled fingers had just destroyed the delicate clasps of my wedding gown with embarrassing ease, the ruined silk gaping open to reveal far too much skin.
"I can smell your desire," he said bluntly. "It's practically dripping off you."
The crude words hit me like a slap, and I felt my face flame scarlet. I wanted to deny it, wanted to slap him for his arrogance, but we both knew he was right. My body was betraying me in the most humiliating way possible.
"That's disgusting," I managed to stammer, though my voice came out breathless and unconvincing. "I'm not—I don't—"
"Don't lie to me." His hand m
