Chapter 2

James led her over to the sofa, where he deftly unclasped her bra and tossed it onto the nearby armchair. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and swaying. James' eyes drank them in hungrily, tracing the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. He took her hands in his own, lifting them above her head to pin them against the back of the sofa.

"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, leaning in to nip at her earlobe. "So vulnerable."

Lily shivered at his words, unable to deny the thrill she got from being desired like this. Even if it meant risking her heart. Lily found herself drawn to James' charm and confidence, despite knowing better than to trust him completely. But as he ran his rough thumb across her nipple, sending shivers down her spine, all rational thought flew out the window.

She gazed up at him, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. James shook his head slowly, his expression tender. "Never," he promised, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

His tongue dove into her mouth, tangling with hers in a passionate dance. She could feel his erection pressing against her belly, a clear indication of his arousal. Lily whimpered as he trailed kisses along her jawline, stopping to nip at her earlobes. "You're such a tease," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "But I love watching you squirm under my control." She gasped as he suddenly pulled away, grabbing her waist and spinning her around.

Before she knew it, he had pushed her onto the sofa and climbed on top of her. One of his legs slammed against the side of the seat, causing the cushion to dip beneath his weight. His hardness pressed against her lower abdomen, making her squirm uncomfortably. "You belong to me now," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes burning into hers. "Say it."

Lily bit her lip, feeling conflicted. Part of her wanted to resist him, while another part relished in the excitement of their forbidden encounters. Lily closed her eyes, trying to block out the voices in her head telling her this was wrong. Instead, she focused on the heat emanating from James' body, enveloping her in a warm blanket of desire.

"Please," she begged, arching her hips upwards to meet his thrusts. "Don't stop."

He groaned loudly, his fingers digging into her shoulders as he picked up the pace. His musky scent filled her nostrils, driving her wild with need. Every touch of his skin against hers sent shivers coursing through her body, leaving her weak and pliant in his grasp.

Despite her initial reservations, Lily found herself surrendering fully to James' dominance. She loved how he made her feel - like the most desirable woman in the world. And even though she knew it was all just an act, she couldn't help but enjoy the fantasy while it lasted. James was nothing if not a master of manipulation, able to twist her emotions around until she didn't know whether she wanted to hate him or kiss him senseless.