Her pride screamed not to.
It clawed at her throat, begged her to spit in his face and tell him to f**k off. But her mouth disobeyed.
Like some traitor addicted to humiliation, it wrapped around his finger, her lips closing over the taste of herself on his skin, her eyes fixed at him.
“Good girl,” he growled, voice so low and guttural it sounded like it came from the beast inside him. His emerald eyes blazed with something animal, something feral.
Then he leaned in, forcing her backward until her back hit the mattress. Her wrists remained pinned in his grasp, his grip unrelenting. His massive body caged her in like a predator—like the Alpha he was.
She could feel his heat, the undeniable press of his power. The dominance rolling off him was thick enough to choke on.
“You're going
