Ivy’s POV
His words hit me like a goddamn punch to the chest.
“And you’re falling in love with one.”
Shit. I hate that he’s right.
I hate that I’m standing here, trembling from fury and from… this heat building low in my belly. The way he says it, low, dangerous, like a threat and a promise wrapped in smoke, makes my thighs clench involuntarily.
He’s so close now. His breath is brushing my lips. His hands still gripping my wrist, thumb circling like he owns every inch of my skin. And the worst part?
He does own it. He owns me.
“You’re still a killer,” I whisper again, softer this time, like I’m trying to remind myself who he is.
“And you’re still wet for me,” he growls.
A soft gasp leaves my mouth as he yanks me flush against his body. I feel him, all of him, hard, hot, thick behi
