"Drink."
Eleanor Fairfax sounded especially cold as she pressed the bottle to Miles Ackerley’s lips, forcing the liquor down his throat.
A sharp pain twisted in his lower abdomen.
Hands pushed down on his shoulder, fingers dug into his jaw, forcing his mouth open.
The burning alcohol slid down, choking him. Miles coughed violently, but still couldn’t stop from swallowing a good amount.
For a second, Eleanor's eyes flickered with a trace of guilt. She gently dabbed the liquor from the corner of his mouth with a tissue.
Then she leaned in, her red lips close, aiming straight for his.
Her gaze was a mix of obsession and twisted affection. Her voice turned soft, almost coaxing. "Miles, be good, okay? Things wouldn't get this messy if you just listened."
Instantly, Mil
