MAYA
I froze in my father’s arms. Slowly, I turned my head.
Tristan stood in the doorway, tall and imposing, his presence instantly filling the entire space. He must have woken up right after I left and followed me. His jaw was clenched tight, eyes dark with barely controlled rage, jealousy, and possessive fury.
He looked like he hadn’t even bothered to fully dress- wearing the same clothes from last night, hair messy, looking every bit the dangerous, obsessed man who had claimed me so thoroughly just hours ago.
His gaze locked onto me with burning intensity. I could practically feel the heat of his obsession rolling off him. The way his eyes dropped to my body- wearing his shirt and trousers- made something dark and needy stir low in my belly despite everything.
Dad released me slig
