Vivian had no f*****g clue what Christopher had planned.
But the way his fingers locked around her wrist, firm but not forceful, the way his body hummed with something dark, something dangerous, something utterly consuming.
It sent a shiver straight down her spine.
He wasn’t asking.
He was taking.
And God help her, because she wasn’t going to stop him.
Christopher led her through the hallway, past family members deep in conversation, past the clinking of plates and glasses, past her mother still on the phone, probably telling every aunt and uncle that she was engaged to a man who hadn’t even proposed.
Vivian’s pulse pounded in her ears, but her body followed, step by step, heart by heart, like he had her on a f*****g leash.
Then.
Click.
The restroom door shut behind them, locki
