Aria’s POV
The door shut behind Dane with a soft, final click that echoed loud and before the sound even settled, Rico moved.
One second I was standing there, pulse hammering in my throat and the next my back hit the wall and his big body caged me in. Not rough enough to scare me, but firm enough that there was nowhere to go. His palms landed on either side of my head, forearms corded and eyes burning so dark they looked black in the dim hallway light.
“Tell me the truth, Aria,” he said, voice thick . “Are you this pissed because I left you wet and aching the other night… or because I made you feel like you were nothing to me?”
The words were filthy and tender at the same time and they punched the air from my lungs.
Both. God, both! And the shame of it heated my cheeks, but I couldn
