Chapter 3

Mia’s POV

I followed Viktor down the hallway on shaky legs, the silk robe brushing against my thighs with every step and reminding me how little I had on underneath.

My pussy still ached from kneeling beside him at breakfast, that constant throb between my legs refusing to go away no matter how much I told myself I hated him.

“Husband,” I forced the word out quietly as we stopped in front of a set of heavy wooden doors.

“Where are we going now? I thought the deal was just one year, not whatever this twisted game is turning into.”

He pushed the doors open without answering me...