She was still trembling when Samuel turned her around, his firm fingers gripping her waist. The marble countertop, cold and solid, was now the stage for the new phase of the game—and she knew it, felt it in her body and soul, that he would come at her full force.

"Hands on the counter," he ordered, his voice low, tearing through the air. "Now."

Daniella obeyed, panting, her palms flat on the marble, her breasts hanging, her hard nipples touching the cold air. He ...