50. COLD LUST.

MIA’S POV Everything was maddening. My breaths came shallow, desperate, like I couldn’t get enough air no matter how hard I tried. My heart was pounding so fast it felt like it might burst, every nerve in my body alive and screaming for him. The way he kissed me. Like he wanted to memorise every inch of me through the press of his lips. His hands roamed over my bare skin, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. From the curve of my back to the swell of my ass, his fingers gripped and kneaded, spreading heat through my body. When he spanked me, the sharp sting made me gasp, my body jerking against him, and yet I wanted more. He was still fully clothed, which only made it worse or better. His control was maddening, and it made me feel utterly exposed under his gaze. He pulled back suddenly, his lips hovering just inches from mine as his dark eyes locked onto me. My chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths as he held my gaze. And then, without breaking eye contact,