~ Harper’s POV ~
But then, Damon’s lips curled into a smirk. It wasn't a nice look. It was mocking.
"You’re too obvious, Harper," he said.
Before I could register the words, he moved. He tripped my lead foot and slammed his shoulder into my chest. I hit the ground hard, the air leaving me in a loud oomph. Before I could even think about rolling away, he was on top of me.
He pinned my wrists over my head, his heavy weight crushing me into the dirt. He was solid muscle, and he wasn't holding back.
"You think a little scent and a pouty lip is enough to stop a man like me?" he sneered, his face inches from mine. "You’re desperate. You’re trying to use your body because you know your skills are shit."
"Get the f**k off me!" I yelled, bucking my hips to try and dislodge him. It was like tr
