Chapter 15

• "Please." Miya felt a bit dizzy. She had her eyes closed. Her hands were clenched so tightly that she could feel her nails scraping her palms. It was so overwhelming that she began to lose control of her body. "Sir, please stop." She tried to speak while holding back her racing heart.
• But Damian wasn't listening. He kept going, sliding the tip of his tongue into her increasingly wet opening. His two big hands held Miya's thighs apart. He gave Miya's shapely rear end a little nudge, just above the edge of the pool.
• "Mr. Sawyer," Miya felt a stirring that made it increasingly difficult for her to breathe normally. She wasn't thinking about what they were doing outside anymore. It was obvious, right? But... Miya had to stop Damian in his tracks. Just for a moment, though.