Andrei POV
The sound of her slap echoes through the room as I feel the sting on my cheek. I am shocked that she dared to raise her hand against me. No one has ever had the gut to do that.
I wait to feel the rage course through my vein, to pump my adrenaline to the level where I do something stupid but all I feel is a sickening calm in my chest.
Those damn eyes and quivering lips of hers. Those tears shimmering underneath her long dark lashes.
I was not known to tolerate such behavior, but with her, it feels different. She looks up at me defiantly like she is daring me to do something. I feel an emotion that I've come to recognize whenever I am with her. It was a raging turbulent passion that I'm finding hard to resist. It came so naturally to me to feel sparks sizzling across my skin
