She wasn't the one leading this dance, but she should have been. She was supposed to be the one to seduce him, to be the one testing him, breaking him down. Instead, she was the one being broken.
And yet—
Justin didn't seem to notice—or maybe he did, and it was exactly what he wanted.
He hummed, low and deep, his voice like thick, dark velvet, slipping through the tension like he had all the time in the world.
"You're shaking," he murmured, his thumb brushing against the inside of her thigh, so light it barely felt like a touch, yet it sent a shock of heat straight to her core.
She wasn't even sure if he noticed how every light graze of his fingers had her body on high alert, like an electric current shooting through her, but she knew it was deliberate. He knew.
She clenched her jaw, struggling to hold herself together. "I'm not," she managed, her voice wavering slightly. She hated how it trembled. Hated how much control he had over her already.
