Cain
She’s biting my lip like she wants to rip the control out of me, and hell—I almost let her. I groan into her mouth, wanting more, needing more, but instead, I yank her up by the waist, our kiss breaking with a wet gasp that leaves her breathless.
“What the hell, Cain?” she snarls, fists pounding on my chest. “Put me down!”
But I don’t. I keep walking, through the silent crowd that parts like they know they shouldn’t be in the middle of this. This chaos. This obsession.
I throw the passenger door open and toss her into the seat—not gently. She scrambles up, wild-eyed, hair like a halo of war. I slam the door shut and get in beside her before she can make a run for it.
She’s breathing hard, chest heaving. God, she looks ruined. And I want to ruin her more.
“You’re insane,” she his
