Chapter 31

• A heavy silence filled the room. "I know what you are, Sandro, and I'd be a fool to let you control me, in exchange for a few encounters."
• Water streamed from his skin as he stepped from the tub. "I wouldn't call it that, Tasha..." He stopped before her, reaching for her shirt collar, tugging gently. "And you love it when I control you. In fact, you practically beg for it."
• A blush stained her skin, and she lowered her gaze, breathing slowly as he rubbed his thumb against her racing pulse. "Is there a point to this interrogation? I really should get back to—"