JORDAN POV
The moment those words rolled off my lips, she went rigid, her dark eyes darkening more with what I would have called fear. Her mouth, which was ready to spur words out, flattened into a thin line. Her defensive suit slipped through, leaving fear that shimmered through her skin.
Perfect.
I turned and stalked out as she followed.
Her steps synced with mine, her heavy breathing bouncing off the walls while her gaze burned a hole in my back.
She might have forfeited her supposed detailed plan of screaming till I had no choice but to yield to her demand which was never going to work. She was a teenager, a fragile one at that, it would take me nothing to scoop her into my room and teach her discipline.
My jaw locked hard, obscure images blinding me for a fleeting second.
Fuck
