Submission and Sin

Valentino’s lips moved against hers with a hunger that threatened to consume her. His hands roamed her body, claiming every inch of her as if she already belonged to him. Antonia could feel the heat radiating from him, the possessive way he held her pinned to the wall.

Her fingers curled against his chest, pushing—only slightly. It wasn’t that she wanted him to stop, but this was Valentino. A man who took what he wanted without asking.

His lips left hers, traveling down the column of her throat, his breath hot against her skin. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured against her pulse.

Antonia’s breath hitched.

She should.

She should shove him away, storm out of his house, and pretend this never happened.

But her body betrayed her.

She tilted her head, giving him more access.

Valentino smirked against her skin. “That’s what I thought.”