"You..."
It was like falling off a cliff.
Her mind went blank. Her body tensed, and her heart rate soared. She felt a desperate need to grab onto something, but all around her was glass. The only thing she could grasp was Shane Sterling's hair.
"You... Don't do this..."
She looked down, and through her hazy vision, she glimpsed his broad shoulder blades, like surging waves crashing toward her, one after another.
It was still hard to believe. The high and mighty Young Mr. Sterling was now bowing his head in submission, letting her dominate him, all for the sake of her pleasure.
In the warm stream of water, Isla Prescott felt as if she, too, was slowly melting into liquid.
Just as Isla Prescott was about to go limp, Shane Sterling rose and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Does that feel good?" he asked in a husky voice.
