Allyson's POV
A rough growl escaped Michael's lips, yet instead of claiming what I desperately craved, he stopped completely.
The realization struck me like lightning. He could have possessed me entirely in that moment, but he chose restraint.
This wasn't merely about lust. This was his game of power, his hunger to dominate, to witness my complete breakdown, to force my surrender beyond just flesh but my very essence.
My body trembled with need for him, yet something deeper within me, more resilient than I'd ever known, awakened.
I refused to be merely another prize to be won.
My pulse thundered as I found my strength, my shoulders squaring against his caress. I inhaled sharply and shoved him backward.
His grip released my waist, complete bewilderment washing over his features.
"I've reconsidered," I declared, avoiding his piercing stare.
Disbelief flooded his expression, shower spray cascading down his stunned face as he processed my rejection.
"What did you say?"
