When he’d gotten down to taking off her socks and shoes, her knee came up, catching him in his face.
“That wasn’t nice, Neri.”
“It wasn’t meant to be, prick.”
Her feistiness wasn’t a turn-off, it had the opposite effect. If she wanted to put up a fight, he’d gladly take her on. Victor watched her in the darkness as he removed his clothing. The beast within wanted its prey to know who was in charge. He would have pounced, if she hadn’t moved from the spot on the bed.
“Neri?”
“No.” Shaking her head, she backed herself into the corner of the room, arms folded across chest, as if she were trying to hold herself back. “This isn’t going to happen, Victor. No matter how bad my body craves yours.”
“Why the hell not? You want me, I can smell it.”
She’s going to make a run for it.
He could s
