I attempt to turn around, but Roman doesn’t let me.
“Where’s the fire, Rocky?”
“No fire. The thing is, this bag looks a little like my mother’s head.”
He chuckles behind me. “Glad to hear I’m not making a guest appearance in your vision of violence.”
“No, you’re good. For now.”
He releases the hold he has on me, moving his hands low on my hips. A gasp escapes my parted lips. “W-what are you doing?” He’s exceptionally close, closer than he’s ever been.
“I’m going to teach you how to expend that anger without hurting yourself,” he replies into my ear.
“I’m not angry,” I pathetically argue, holding back my shiver as his warm breath trickles down the length of my neck.
“I’m sure your bruised hand begs to differ.” To accentuate his point, he removes his palm from my waist and runs his t
