The moment Nash’s grip loosened, Mya didn’t hesitate. She bolted, her bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood as she lunged for the front door.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and s*x, her skin still tingling from the way he’d touched her- no, owned her.
Her pulse roared in her ears, each breath ragged as she reached for the deadbolt, fingers trembling. Almost there. Almost free.
Then his hand clamped around her wrist like a vise.
Mya gasped as Nash yanked her back, her body crashing against his chest. His breath was hot against her ear, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
"You think you can run from me?" His free hand slid up her stomach, fingers digging into her ribs possessively, trapping her against the wall. She twisted, but his grip only tightened, his body caging
