The words slammed into me, twisting my insides. My throat worked under his hand, my mouth opening and closing like I wanted to answer but couldn’t. His eyes never left my face, burning with fury, with jealousy, with something that made my stomach knot in fear and my body burn in desire all at once.
“I… I didn’t—” My voice cracked, pathetic and weak. I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t defend myself. My brain was mush, my body already betraying me.
His thumb brushed against the side of my neck, slow and deliberate, even though his hand still held me firmly in place. His eyes dropped briefly to my lips, then back to my eyes, burning into me.
“You think I didn’t see her?” he hissed, his words sharp enough to cut. “Her hand on you. Her mouth so close to your ear. And you let her.”
“I—no, it was
