MR PRESIDENT'S DAUGHTER✓

In the opulent bedroom of Vanessa's , a forbidden encounter unfolded. Lorenzo's piercing gaze swept the room, avoiding the temptation of her body. "I shouldn't be here," he growled, his voice low and husky, sounding like a wounded bear.

Lady Carter smiled seductively, her fingers trailing along the belt of her robe. "So, we're back to being professional?" she purred, the silk slipping off her shoulders, revealing the tantalizing red lace lingerie beneath. She might as well have been wearing a neon sign that read, "Come and get it!"

Lorenzo's eyes flashed with desire, but his tone remained stern. "We have always been, and will always be, professional." He turned away, his broad shoulders tense, as if resisting the magnetic pull between them. Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen.

Her anger flared, and she shot back, "That's not what it felt like when you devoured my mouth!" The memory of his possessive kiss still burned on her lips. She was still trying to find her missing socks from that encounter.

Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, his brow twitching. "Don't play with me, Carter. It won't end well." His voice was a low, menacing whisper, but she detected a hint of a growl, like a predator ready to pounce.

She taunted him, her voice husky. "Be rough on me, daddy... I dare you." Her lips trembled with anticipation, and Lorenzo's control snapped. He grasped her neck, his fingers like a vice, and claimed her mouth with a brutal, passionate kiss. The room spun, and Lady Carter melted into his embrace, lost in the inferno of their forbidden desire.

Lorenzo's dominance was palpable, his masculine energy suffocating, yet Lady Carter craved more. She was trapped in the depths of his eyes, drowning in the sea of their unrelenting passion. And she was pretty sure she heard him growl, "Mine."