Lilith's POV
The black car glided past, but something prickled at the back of my neck—the unsettling certainty that unseen eyes were dissecting me through tinted glass.
"Stop staring. Let's go." Kieran's voice was an ice pick to my spine.
Jealous? Impossible.
I shook my head and slid into the car after him. "Okay..." My voice was small, but the moment I settled into the seat, tension coiled in my stomach.
His tone was off—like a storm barely contained.
The partition snapped shut before I could react.
Then his hands were on me, hauling me onto his lap with bruising force. His kiss wasn't gentle—it was a claim, teeth and tongue branding me as his.
"Kieran—" I gasped when he let me breathe, only for his thumb to drag roughly over my swollen lower lip.
"Don't f*****g think about any
