Ivan looked at me for a long moment, as if he knew exactly what was on my mind. He climbed onto the bed, gently parting my thighs with his hand.

I shifted, torn between wanting to leave his room immediately and the part of me that didn’t. No matter how much I tried to hide how he made me feel, it was as if I were an open book.

“Let's just say every part of you want me more than I want you,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck softly.

I scoffed, trying to pull away from him. “In ...