The silence pressed down on Jenna like a storm before it breaks.
Jenna’s back hit the desk, the edge biting into her spine. She forced herself to lift her chin, though her heart pounded. “Move,” she snapped. “I don’t have time for this.”
Kaelion’s jaw ticked, but his lips curled in something that wasn’t a smile. “You don’t have time for me?” His voice had a growl buried inside it.
“I’m not your prisoner, Kaelion. You don’t get to drag me in here and…”
He moved, quick and brutal, caging her in with his arms braced against the desk. “Don’t I?”
The words vibrated through her bones. His scent was everywhere, wild and intoxicating, and she hated herself for noticing it.
Her throat tightened. “You can’t keep treating me like I’m…”
“Ssssshhh,” Kaelion’s body loomed over hers, his breath ha
