Chapter 22

• "You seem to have forgotten that I no own you, Tesoro," he muttered.
• Now, Balia was flush against him, both of her palms flattened against his chest, and there was a way he had said those last words like cream was being poured on velvet cake. The word rolled out his mouth so smoothly, and Balia felt her knees weaken.
• But no, she wasn't going to let this man see how his words weakened her, how his touch made her want more.