Leah
He wrapped his arm around my waist, dragging me back into his chest as his face pressed into the curve of my neck. Then he inhaled deeply, as if he was trying to breathe me in.
"You didn't miss me?"
My jaw clenched.
"Not even my c**k?" He added, pressing his hardness against my back.
"I am holding a knife," I warned.
He chuckled. "And?"
His hand slid up my arm, slowly, fingers curling around my wrist.
"Planning on stabbing me again?"
"If I have to," I hissed.
He pried the knife from my fingers.
I flinched when his lips grazed my neck, and his hand slipped under the shirt, his rough fingertips brushing across my stomach,
"There're people—" I tried to stop him.
"No one's here," he said.
I glanced around. Clare and Mira were gone.
"Can I continue?" He asked like he care
