Dahlia's POV
My pulse hammered as I attempted to create distance between Soren and myself, but the instant my palm met his chest, his arms encircled my waist, pulling me deeper into the kiss.
The low lighting caught the hypnotic gleam in his eyes. Every thought scattered from my mind, my breathing suspended, my heart thundering as if lightning were coursing through my veins.
The distinct sound of a door clicking shut broke through my haze. I shoved him back, gulping air desperately, my eyes narrowing as I studied Soren while my heart continued its frantic rhythm.
He possessed remarkable skill in kissing, clearly not someone inexperienced with women.
Soren laughed softly, his refined finger lifting my chin upward. "You belong to me now," he stated simply.
I went rigid, grasping his meaning completely.
For one and a half million dollars, I had not merely sold my name but my entire being.
