ANGEL'S POV
His grip on my neck tightened just enough to remind me that resistance would be useless here, at least not the kind of resistance my body wanted to give. I pressed my palms against his chest, intending to push him away, but the steady thump of his heart under my hand only dragged me deeper into the past.
“Adam, stop this,” I whispered, though my voice cracked, betraying the tremor of need I refused to admit.
He tilted his head, brushing his lips close to my ear without kissing. “You still shake for me, Angel. Divorce didn’t change that.” His thumb stroked the hollow of my throat, his gaze burning with wicked patience.
He pinned me harder against the wall, his body covering mine completely, his presence overwhelming. With his free hand, he cupped my breast, squeezing until a
