It was a sensation he knew I couldn't resist—a specific, graphic intimacy that made my breath hitch. He tasted like expensive coffee and the cold, metallic tang of power. For a few seconds, the world outside the bedroom didn't exist; there was only the heat of his mouth and the terrifying, magnetic pull he still held over my skin.
He pulled back just an inch, a low giggle vibrating against my lips as he saw the flush on my chest. He knew. He always knew how to make my body respond, even when my mind was screaming for him to rot in hell.
"Get dressed, Sarah," he whispered, patting my cheek before standing up and walking away toward the closet. "We have a big day."
Before he left the room, he handed me a glass of water and the normal pain pill I had been taking before the sedation ones. I
