RAINE’S POV
“Cyril—” Before I could finish, he yanked me forward. A startled squeal ripped from my throat as he pulled me into his lap.
His arms wrapped around me, caging me. His book had been tossed aside, and his eyes were on me. His chest felt like a hard rock beneath my touch.
“I know you’re angry at me and you’re trying so hard to suppress it.” I said slowly.
His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered. “I’m not, but that doesn’t mean I’m still not going to punish you.” Then he continued in his usual deep baritone.
“For now, I’m going to save your punishment for later. I have something I need to get off my chest first.”
I swallowed the bubble in my throat. “What’s that?”
“You seem awfully more concerned about Zayne than you are about me.” The corner of his eyes crinkled,
