Lilian’s POV
One minute I’m shouting at him, trying to get away from him, begging him to stop giving me mixed signals, the next my back is against the door and his lips are on mine, his tongue demanding entrance that I’m powerless to deny.
He groans loudly into my mouth, one hand pressed against the door of my apartment, the other cupping the back of my head, holding my face still as he plunders my mouth.
My palms move from the wood behind me, pressing themselves to his suit jacket as my fingers curl around the fabric anchoring me to him.
Pulling away reluctantly, Daxton presses his forehead to mine, his breathing laboured as he stares into my eyes.
‘Don’t you ever think that you are someone to use’ he growls, ‘I never want to hear you say that again.’
His lips crash down onto mine a
