My jaw ached, my throat raw, but I refused to stop until Adrian’s hand suddenly tightened in my hair and yanked me up. I gasped, saliva spilling down my chin, my lips swollen and messy. His eyes were molten fire, burning into mine.
“Enough,” he growled, standing so quickly the chair scraped back. His hand clamped around my wrist, dragging me out from under the desk. My knees wobbled, and before I could catch my breath, he bent me forward across the cool surface of his table.
The shock of the cold wood against my chest made me gasp. Papers scattered everywhere, but Adrian didn’t care. He pressed his weight against me, his breath hot against my ear.
“You drive me insane, Ivy,” he hissed, his voice a low rumble. His hand slid up my spine, pressing me flatter against the desk, before
