He cupped her jaw, roughly making her look up. His fingers trembled on her skin despite the control in his grip. “Look at me." His thumb brushed her lower lip, slowly.
“You let a stranger put his hands on you,” he growled slowly, voice going dark and eyes shifting between grey and icy blue.
" And then you come back to me smelling like him?"
Aria’s breath hitched as her body reacted before her mind could stop it. Her back arched instinctively.
Rowan’s hand slid down her thigh, warm and shaking with restraint. He nudged her knees apart just enough to fit himself between them, his presence overwhelmed her.
“That dress,” he murmured, leaning in until his chest brushed hers.
“You wore it for someone else?” to him.
“You walked out of my house wearing that. For
