Lila didn’t remember the ride to his penthouse.
One moment, she was gathering her things at her desk, heart still thudding from the way he’d whispered good girl in her ear after their training. The next, she was in the back seat of his private car, leather warm beneath her thighs, her collar snug beneath her blouse.
He hadn’t touched her. Not once.
He didn’t have to.
Her whole body felt like it was caught in his gravity. One command away from collapse.
The city lights blurred past. Her reflection in the tinted glass showed a girl who didn’t look like the one who had nervously printed out her resume weeks ago. Her eyes were darker now. Her lips parted slightly, swollen from biting back moans. There was a glow to her skin, a rawness to her that had nothing to do with s*x and everything
