Jason
“What the f**k?”
The icy voice cut through the air, instantly freezing the blood in my veins.
I scrambled out from under Victoria so fast I nearly tripped over the edge of the rug, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The raw passion vanished, replaced by a cold wave of absolute dread.
I hurriedly began buttoning my ruined shirt, my fingers shaking so badly I could barely align the fabric. My lower lip throbbed where Victoria had bitten it, a drop of blood smearing across my chin, but I didn’t dare wipe it away.
Victoria rushed to her feet, picked up her silk robe, and pulled it over her damp shoulders.
My heart was racing in my chest.
It was a muscle memory I hated. When my mother died, my father didn’t look at me; he just buried himself in his work like never before, leaving me
