“Rigz–”
Before she could finish, his mouth claimed hers.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, punishing, wild.
His lips crushed against hers, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her flush against his hard, rigid body.
Leanna whimpered into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured her.
This wasn’t just a kiss.
It was a claim.
A reminder.
A warning.
You are mine.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were burning with unrestrained hunger, his breath heavy and uneven.
“I should kill him for touching you,” he rasped, his forehead pressing against hers.
Leanna shuddered, her hands still clutching his shoulders. “You can’t.”
“The hell I can’t,” he snarled.
“If you do, you’ll expose yourself,” she whispered. “You’ll risk everything.”
Rigz’s jaw tig
