His hand slid between my thighs, rough and sure, making my body shudder despite every ounce of hate burning in my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to give him the pleasure of seeing me react, but my traitorous body arched against his fingers.

Dominics breath was hot against my neck. Whats this? His tone was mocking as his fingers found my clit, rubbing in slow, cruel circles. Did you let another man touch you here, Antalya? Is that why you smell like him?

Stop it, I ...