Panic seized my throat, choking the air out of me. I looked at Caden, my eyes were wide and swimming with terror.
"Caden," I hissed, my voice a broken sliver of a sound. "My father. He’s right there."
But Caden didn’t pull away. If anything, the sound of the handle shaking seemed to ignite something feral and insane in him.
I was astounded by his eyes, which seemed to be blown wide with reckless, heated adrenaline. Instead of hiding, his hand stayed firmly gripped on my waist, and his thumb didn't stop—it pressed harder into my n****e, a slow, deliberate circle that felt like a challenge to the man on the other side of the wood.
"Caden, stop," I whimpered, but my body was betraying me, my skin flushing even hotter at the sheer insanity of what he was doing.
"Rhea! Open this door now
