Hell’s own kiss burned softer than the fire in my hands as I carried her limp body from the flames. And she thought she could escape me.
The smoke wrapped around us but I didn’t gave two flying f***s. My eyes narrowed, scanning her face, her parted lips and bruised body. For him. She'd run from me, cowered like some f*****g pathetic bird, all for that bastard.
A low snarl rumbled in my chest. How many times would I have to teach her? How many times would I have to break her to make her see she was mine?
I glanced down at her too furious at the sight. My little traitor. My delinquent and yet… my desire. An ache pulsed through my chest, one I didn’t ask for and didn’t f*****g want. How could she make me feel both fury and this sick, twisted sense of possession? I clenched my fists, finger
