Blanche's POV
I spun around to exit the lounge.
I'd only managed a couple of steps when Zain's voice rang out behind me. "Blanche, wait."
His call made me pick up my pace.
But Zain moved faster than I could reach the door. His hand caught my arm, and suddenly I was pressed against the wall.
Once again, I found myself trapped under Zain's dominance.
This time though, he didn't push further—just held me there, making sure I felt his power over me.
He leaned down, our eyes meeting, his voice brooking no argument. "Turn around."
Those two words instantly flooded my mind with memories of all the times he'd given me that same command in bed.
And it had happened more than once.
My thoughts spiraled into decidedly wicked territory.
I stayed put, eyeing him with suspicion.
Zain offered no explanation. His hands gripped my shoulders, spinning me around so my back faced him.
