"Don't you dare go anywhere."
Vincent's threat didn't ask. It commanded. His fists were clenched as he fixed his wrinkled polo, but his eyes never left me. Caged me. Chained me.
I didn't answer. I couldn't.
I was still sprawled across the cold surface of his desk, breath ragged, watching the man I married the man I ran from for four years, trying to hide the chaos on his face. Rage. Yes, he was furious. But beneath the rage was something far more dangerous.
Hunger. Thirst. Something I couldn't name but felt in the way he breathed. In the way, he looked at me now, from head to toe, like he was undressing me all over again even though I was clothed. Almost. The hem of my yellow dress was still bunched up around my thighs. My hair, a wild mess, fanned out across the polished wood as co
