The sting of Sophia’s slap echoed between them, but it didn’t seem to faze him. She glared at his shadowed face, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the weight of the moment pressed against her. “Let me down,” she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and panic. Everything about him—his strength, his control, the possessive way he’d claimed her—was too much. She hadn’t invited this kind of intensity into her life.
This was supposed to be a release, a fleeting escape from her reality. Not this—whatever this was.
He tilted his head, studying her with those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see far too much. “Tell me your name first.”
Her lips parted in disbelief. “No.” She wriggled in his grasp, but her position—trapped between his unyielding body and the cold concrete
