Horrified, I froze.
Alex lifted his hand to touch the gash on his chin, the cold overhead light making the blood on his thumb glow even brighter.
Disbelief flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by burning anger.
Snatching the kitchen knife from my hand, he threw it over his shoulder—it hit the glass of the sideboard, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
Before I could react, he flipped me onto my stomach.
Pressing his body against mine, Alexander nibbled my ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Through gritted teeth, his whisper cut through the silence. "You really want me dead? Fine. Satisfy me first, and I'll let you do it."
Tape from the side of the couch bound my hands together, leaving me helpless.
"Vivian, say my name," he murmured.
Every hesitation brought a tighter grip.
