Chapter 18: Little Liar
Lizzie
I hadn’t even registered the second step he took. One heartbeat the space between us was still alive, the next it had collapsed.
Reese moved like a storm front and suddenly his fingers were knotted in my hair, tugging my head back with exactly enough force to remind me who held the reins.
“What’s your game, Elizabeth?” His voice came out low and ragged, each word riding a fast, uneven breath. “What’s the grand f*****g plan? Why do you love pushing me until I crack? Why do you get me hard and leave me hanging? Hmm?”
His grip tightened a fraction—not enough to hurt, just enough to make my scalp sing. I felt the tremor in his knuckles, the war between restraint and something darker. Twisted.
I laughed. “You think I’m playing games?” Deliberately I arc
