Her breath hitched when his body pressed her against the wall, the rich scent of his cologne wrapping around her like chains. His lips hovered just above hers, teasing, commanding, until she couldn’t breathe.“You like it when I kiss you?” his voice was low, dangerous, making her knees weak.Her heart pounded, shame and hunger battling inside her. “I… I shouldn’t.”But his hand slid lower, claiming her waist, pulling her closer. His dark eyes burned into her soul, and a wicked smile curved his lips.“You already belong to me, little one,” he whispered, brushing his mouth against hers — a promise of sin, a threat of pleasure, a bond she could never break.