Chapter Fourteen
I twist in William's hold, furious at the heat crawling under my skin. Furious at the way my heart slams faster when he draws me against the desk. He grabs my wrists, pinning both above my head against the polished wood. His face hovers a breath from mine, close enough that the firelight burns in his irises.
“This is madness,” I whisper.
“This is inevitable,” he counters. "You don't understand what you are yet, what you are to me, but you will. I'll f*cking ensure it."
And then he kisses me.
It isn’t gentle. His mouth claims, demanding, and I hate the way my knees weaken at the force of it. I fight, turning my face, trying to shove him off, but his grip doesn’t falter. When his teeth graze my lip, a sound escapes me I don’t recognize as mine.
He pulls back just far
