Michael sat up fully, his broad shoulders rising and falling as he tried to steady his breath. He glared down at me with a fierce, dark intensity, his jaw shifting from side to side. "You seriously need to learn some proper manners, little girl," he growled out, his deep voice carrying a sharp, warning edge that vibrated through the quiet bedroom.
I slowly shook my head from side to side, a defiant, stubborn pout taking over my lips as I smoothed down my stained dress. "What manners exactly?" I countered softly, refusing to let him see how much his close presence had truly shaken my nerves.
Instead of arguing back, his massive frame suddenly shifted. He stood up straight to his full, towering height, the muscles in his tattooed back clenching tightly as he looked down at me from above. H
