Chapter 57

They forgot everything - anger , hatred , pride - lost in the storm they had unleashed Sweat soaked their skin , and in that moment , nothing else in the world Chapter 57 After their heated encounter , Giselle slipped into Donovan's bathroom to shower first . Warm water cascaded down her skin as she closed her eyes , replaying the scene from moments ago .

Satisfaction lingered in her body , but a complex swirl of emotions tugged at her mind Once she finished , she wrapped herself in a towel and wandered into his closet . Casually , she grabbed one of his shirts to wear as pajamas . She padded barefoot back into the bedroom and reached for the drinks the housekeeper had brought in earlier . Donovan lay on the bed , shirtless , his head resting against the headboard as he smoked , a familiar habit . His gaze naturally drifted to Giselle .

His usual shirt looked massive on her small frame . It draped over her figure , just long enough to conceal the essentials but still revealing her shapely legs . The white fabule was thin - almost sheer underthelight - and the outline of her curves teased beneath the material . His eyes darkened with desire Despite what they had already shared earlier , seeing her like this stirred him all over again . Delle new exactly what she was doing .

Her body was her weapon , and she wielded it without hesitation . Even on the streets , when dressed boldly enough to turn heads and spark whispers , she never flinched . Confidence onzed from her every move . delicate e fingers Noticing his smoldering gaze , she let out a soft chockle and sauntered over to sit beside him . Leaning gently against him , she traced d lines of hischest , " Mr. Kane , " she purred , " since you're satisfied now , shouldn't you give me an answer ?

along the hard Donovan exhaled smoke , his expression unreadable . He knew exactly what she meant . The matter between her and her family wasn't simple , and no one understood that better than he did . No one had ever dared to threaten him before . But now , she was close to holding him in the palm of her hand . Even so , Donovan wouldn't let her enjoy that power without a prior He stayed silent for a long moment .

Then , just as she moved to rest her head against his chest , be caught her by the head and held her gently but firmly in place . " I might agree , " he said , his voice low and deliberate . " But first , you'll have to lean to be obedient . " With the cigarette still smoldering in his right hand , his left hand pressed against her head , holding her steady . When you can listen without question when you can submit without games … then we'll talk Everything will depend on your performance .

" " Giselle blinked , momentarily stunned . She finally understood. Donovan was tired of her arrogance . He wasn't rejecting her request outright . Instead , he was forcing her to yield to give him the satisfaction of watching her bend . If she wanted him to agree , she would have to soften , please him , and stop provoking his patience . This was the condition he set - the price for her victory . As expected of a calculating businessman , always scheming , always setting traps .