MIA’S POV.

Mr Hale’s hands wrapped around my waist, possessive and strong, and then the world tilted.

He tossed me onto the bed with an effortless strength that knocked a breath out of me. The plush duvet swallowed me for a second before he was on me, his weight deliciously solid.

He turned me onto my stomach and my face pressed into the cool cotton as he pinned me down. One of his legs slid between mine, spreading them while his other leg pressed against the back of my head, holding me ...