Then, finally, they pulled apart, breathless.
Their lips parted with a soft gasp. Her cheeks were red, her breathing fast. She stared at him, stunned. Her lips still tingled from the kiss.
Darius didn't speak.
His golden eyes were still locked on hers, his hand still firm on her back. His expression was unreadable, like even he didn't understand what had just happened.
He looked like a man who had just lost control.
And Cassandra?
She felt like she had just jumped off a cliff... and she was still falling.
The room was quiet again.
Too quiet.
Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Her body still buzzed from the kiss. Her heart still pounded in her chest.
This wasn't part of the plan.
She was supposed to be the one in control. She was supposed to use him,
