My blood ran cold.
I could not comprehend if he truly believed me or if he only wanted me to think he did, but the way his lips curved into that slow, satisfied smile told me one thing.
Whether it was truth or a lie, didn't matter to him. He got my submission. He wanted me broken enough to say it.
The only thing he craved was dominance over me.
And that now I had given him exactly what he wanted, he would not leave such a chance.
Josh's hand moved suddenly, his fingers curling around my shoulders.
The touch was light, almost careful, but it made every nerve in my body jolt.
My stomach knotted in disgust as my skin crawled under his grip. I wanted to jerk his hands off and scream at him to stay away, but I couldn't.
Instead, I forced myself to stay still. If I broke now, everything I had built in the last few minutes would shatter completely.
"Stand up," he ordered quietly.
