His grip becomes bruising and he backs me up until I hit the wall. I shiver and turn my head from his intense gaze, terrified of this side of Diogo. He's such a contradiction. Sometimes kind and gentle, then he becomes the ruthless Warlord I expect him to be.
"I can take what I want from you, Taran. You belong to me."
"You arrested me and forced me to stay!" I protest. "I don't belong to anyone but myself."
"Then consider yourself spoils of war, because you're my prize and I'm keeping you."
He lifts me right off my feet, pressing his body full-length against mine, holding me up. I can feel every inch of his hard body through the thin cloth of my shirt. He's all hard muscle through the fabric of his stiff uniform. I cling to his arms, not wanting to fall as his lips find mine. I open m
