Aria’s POV
I wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
Gabriel thought he had me right where he wanted—pinned to his lap, his hands gripping my hips like he owned me. Like all he had to do was murmur something in that dark, knowing voice, and I’d fold.
Not happening.
I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze head-on. “Since I’m already here?” I echoed, my voice light, teasing. “And what exactly do you think I can’t handle?”
His lips curved, slow and dangerous, like he saw straight through me. “Would you like a demonstration?”
I scoffed, shifting slightly—a mistake. His hands flexed, fingers digging into my waist just enough to make my breath hitch. I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to react. He wanted proof that he was getting to me.
I refused to give him that.
Instead, I leaned in—
