CHAPTER 23

Sonia's POV

I lay on my bed, my heart racing as Michael's words echoed in my mind. "Prepare yourself for me, Sonia. You have a week to heal." His eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. I could not help but wonder what he meant by "prepare myself." Was it a warning, a threat, or a promise?

I knew he wanted me, and if my thoughts hadn't been so damn sentimental a few moments ago, if I didn't look so damn helpless right now, he would seduce me.

After some minutes I thought Michael must have left the room, I whirled, on my feet, and saw him. my immediate surprise faded. I stared. The way I was looking at him made him become very still.

He edged his shoulder against the door. His riveted gaze made me forget all my saintly intentions; I was destined for hell anyway. "Look at me," he commanded softly.

He was the last person I would have ordered me around, but the night was magical, the moment deeply intimate, and he compelled obedience. I obeyed ac