“You’re mine, whether you like it or not,” Rio growled, dragging her halfway out of the cab like she weighed nothing.
Gaia’s body twisted awkwardly, her dress sliding up her thighs, revealing pale skin and the hint of a thigh mark Rio had left nights ago—one he never let her forget. Her legs tangled beneath her, the leather seat creaking as she resisted him.
“Get your f*****g hands off me!” she snarled, her claws unfurling like silver-tipped daggers.
The cab driver turned his face toward the windshield, his entire body rigid, pretending not to see what was unfolding just inches behind him. But the scent of fear rolled off him in waves, thick and pungent. He gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
Gaia’s breath came out in shallow bursts, her pulse hamme
