Scarlet’s POV
My heart pounded, my breath uneven as I shoved Alex away. My body trembled—not from fear, but from the overwhelming emotions that burned through me.
I needed to get away.
I scrambled off the bed, fixing my wrinkled blouse with shaking hands, and rushed for the door.
But I barely made it two steps before his hand wrapped around my wrist, yanking me back.
“Let go,” I hissed, twisting against his grip.
His jaw clenched, his eyes burning with pure possession. “You think you can just walk out after this?” His voice was low, dangerous.
I struggled, refusing to meet his gaze. “This was a mistake,” I forced out. “Everything about this is wrong.”
His fingers tightened around my wrist, and he yanked me back, making me collide with his hard chest. My breath hitched, his scent co
