~Lily~
His hand slammed against the wall beside my head so hard I jumped, my breath catching like a punch to the lungs.
Not because I was scared. Not because I thought he’d hurt me.
Because the second he moved, the second he pinned me like that, every single nerve ending in my body lit up like someone struck a match inside me. His chest was brushing mine. His breath was warm against my face.
His jaw was clenched so tight I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. And his eyes Furious. Not just because of what I said. But because he wanted me. And he hated it.
“I said,” he growled, I felt it slide down my spine, “don’t talk to my mother like that.”
I blinked up at him like I wasn’t already drenched between my thighs. Like I wasn’t already shaking from the inside out. Like I
