Luther's POV. 16.
"Come on,"
I growled, yanking her up from the table. Before she could react, I had her pinned. My hand tightened, not enough to crush, but enough to let her know I was in control. A possessive anger throbbed in my gut.
Then I was kissing her. Her damned lips were soft, softer than anything she deserved. A dangerous kind of soft that made me want to ruin them, bite them, claim them as mine.
She actually kissed back, a flicker of defiance in her eyes and it ignited something rough and demanding inside me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, invading. My fingers tightened on her throat, just a little.
"Mmm... mmm..."
she mumbled, trying to pull away. Not a chance. I pressed my hand harder against the back of her neck, forcing her lips back onto mine. Sh
