“Are you crazy?” she screams.
Mechanically, she pulls the needle out of his chest. How naive she was to think she could fight such a ruthless devil! Lance smirks at her and nibbles her shoulder.
“I said I was going to punish you, and I’m a man of my word,” he says.
A breeze from the window rekindles the smoldering carpet, and the flames begin to flicker again. Her entire body aches and trembles.
“What should I do to punish you?” he asks against her collarbone.
The feel of his lips on her skin and and the overwhelming effect of the spilled candle make her body soften to him. His low voice is like a spell bewitching her; it seems impossible to move. He tosses the quilt onto the carpet to quell the flames, and gives her a hungry look. Then he collapses on top of her.
Powerless to push h
