"..."
Claire' face turned pale in an instant.
She wasn't some naive teenager—just from the way he looked at her and the things he said, she could tell exactly what he was planning.
Panicking, she jerked her head back to dodge his breath. "Don't you dare!"
Lucas grabbed her shoulder tightly and tugged her toward him. "How’s this ‘don’t you dare’? We’re married—what we do, even the cops won’t complain."
"But I don’t want to! If you force me, that’s r**e!" Claire shoved him hard.
But he was way stronger than her. Pinned under his grip, she stood no chance.
His hand slid down, arm wrapping around her slim waist, slowly pulling her into his embrace.
They were breathing in sync, too close.
Claire turned her face away. "Lucas, you’re such a jerk!"
"You used to be a
