FREYA POV
“What do I start?”
Steve smiled, that small, dangerous one. “You’re turning into a badass lately, girl.”
“Guess that’s what you taught me,” I said. I bit my lower lip hard and held his eyes.
He didn’t say anything back, but in the blink of an eye, his hand shot up fast. Fingers wrapped around my throat—not choking, just firm. Thumb pressed right under my jaw. He squeezed enough that I felt my pulse jump against his skin.
Then he pushed.
He started pushing me while I stumbled backward. My bare back hit the cold mirror behind me. The glass was freezing against my spine. My ass pressed flat to it. He kept his hand on my neck, holding me there. His body crowded in close. Chest to my t**s. c**k already hard again, pressing into my stomach.
He leaned in, his mouth right at my ea
