He moved over to me in the blink of an eye, then slowed, stroked a knuckle down my cheek. My eyes fell closed at the touch, but I popped them open, grabbed his wrist and torqued it. How dare he lure me with sweet gestures. He leaned to the side to alleviate the pressure of the lock, but spun the other way, taking me with him in a circle so he was behind me, his arm about my waist. I felt the heavy prod of his c**k against my lower back.
“I came for you.” His breath fanned my ear.
“You came to piss me off.” I dropped my weight so his arms held me up, stomped on the top of his foot. His hold loosened, and I moved across the room at a Hunter’s pace. He didn’t follow.
“I came because you’re mine.” He curled his finger, beckoning me back over to him.
I set my hands on my hips. “You can’t pu
