The elevator barely closed before Xavier’s hand wrapped around Sasha’s wrist.
He wasn’t rough not exactly. But there was urgency in his touch. A storm behind every step as he pulled her toward the stairs, both of them still breathless, lips swollen from the kiss in the car, chests rising and falling like they’d just escaped a wildfire.
He opened the door to the penthouse like he owned the air itself. And maybe he did.
Sasha stumbled in, trying to steady herself, her fingers still tingling from where they’d dug into his back just minutes ago.
The door slammed shut behind them.
Silences.
Thick. Charged.
She turned to face him .. and he was already watching her. Not with his usual ice.
This was something else.
Something desperate.
“I shouldn’t want you,” he said quietly. His voice w
