RAINE’S POV
I wasn’t thinking. The second those words left my mouth, I knew I couldn’t take them back.
I could practically hear my heart pounding in my ears, but I didn’t let my expression show it. I kept my chin high.
My eyes locked on his, even though every nerve in my body was screaming.
Cyril laughed. Not sweet. Not soft. It was the kind that made my skin prickle—and not in a bad way.
“Is that your way of asking me to f**k you one last time?” he asked, stepping forward like a storm coming straight for me.
I didn’t back up, but my breath caught when my back hit the edge of his desk. He was close. Too close.
“Because if it is, you better mean it. I’m not in the mood for games.” His voice picked up.
I couldn’t breathe. Or maybe I just didn’t want to. He had that effect on me.
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