Meadow’s POV:
My hand inched toward the strings slowly. I hated that I was doing this. But even more, I hated the way he was looking at me right now.
Like he wanted to eat me up. Or maybe strangle me.
The rough hand on my jaw reached down toward my breasts, and Alaric cupped it gently, rolling my n****e with his thumb. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, swallowing the moan that threatened to come out.
I couldn’t let him know that I was enjoying this too much.
Although it looked as if he already knew.
My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. “You’re disgusting,” I spat.
“And you’re stalling,” he said, eyes glinting dangerously. “Don’t make me decide for you, baby. You won’t like how thorough I can be.” He paused. “Or maybe you’d like it too much.”
“You called me a slut for openi
