“W–What?” Jenna’s voice cracked, disbelief trembling in her throat. Her entire body was on fire, her heart thrashing against her ribs. She had been so close, teetering at the edge of a storm she couldn’t stop and then he had stopped.
Kaelion leaned back, his hand pulling away, leaving her raw and desperate. His cruelly beautiful mouth curved into a wicked smirk. His amber eyes gleamed with a dark amusement that cut deeper than any rejection.
“This,” he drawled, voice low and taunting, “is the beginning of your punishment, little sin.”
Her breath hitched, her nails clutching at the sheets as if they could anchor her spinning world. “You…You can’t just…”
“I can,” he cut her off, his tone sharp as a blade. He rose from the bed, towering over her trembling form. His shirt hung open across
