As it turns out, I don’t have to. Because Anton breaks the kiss first.
I’m breathing heavily, staring up at him, my chest bruising against his wall of muscle. He traces his finger along the curve of my bottom lip.
“Sure you aren’t just chasing the drama?”
He might as well have slapped me across the face.
“You really are a son of a b***h,” she snarls, face twisted up in anger.
She slams her palms against my chest. I can tell she’s throwing all her rage behind the move, but I barely feel a thing.
I keep her trapped between my arms. She thinks it’s to make a point. But I made my point a while ago.
This is about what I want.
And even if she doesn’t know it… it’s what she wants, too.
The girl has viper eyes and an angel’s smile. She can give as good as she gets. But there’s an innocenc
