SERENA’S POV
“And what if I say no?”
It took everything in me to push those words out. I sat there motionless, mesmerized by this beast of a man in human skin.
He slowly lifted his hand to my face, grazing my cheek with the back of his fingers. The touch was feather-light. Intimate. Dangerous.
“It was never a question,” he said, eyes locking with mine. His irises, dark and dilated, fixed on me as he inhaled deeply, the sound vibrating low in his chest.
A slow, deliberate “hummmm.”
“You’re crazy,” I whispered—not to him, but to myself.
Flashes of him and I in bed—naked, eyes burning, as I moaned at every of his thrust—flickered through my head like a fever dream.
He chuckled, a low baritone that made my stomach twist.
“I’ve been called worse, dear,”
With that, he stepped back. His
