His words sank into my ears and weakened my being from the inside out. He had everything planned out from the very beginning, and he looked anything but bluffing.
With the last strength in me, I rose from his lap, taking myself to the other chair across from him as fast as I could and standing behind it. "And you thought that after revealing your mission here, I'd still want to f**k you."
His gaze stayed on me, hot, calm, watching my every move. "You don't have to like me to f**k me, mistress. You just have to want to f**k. Angry f*****g is one of my favourites."
I felt shivers run down my spine and it was because of his words and the fact that his eyes stayed on my body while he spoke. I hated the response my body gave, even when the seed of dislike had been sown for him. This was the
