You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire
Without my permission I surrendered, craving him, unraveling for him.
I burrow beneath the covers and press my palms to my eyes, groaning. How could I have done that? Of all the men I've been with or ever wanted, he ranks dead last. Actually, he doesn't even make the list.
I've fooled around before. I've sneaked men into this house while my father was gone, let them kiss me, touch me, taste me. But none of them ever made me feel the way Isaac did and none of them made my body betray me so completely. I came undone beneath a man I absolutely hate, and he didn't even have to try. He never even broke a sweat.