ZARA POV
His lips smashed against mine in a bruising kiss.
My heart pounded in my chest like a drumbeat as he leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. My toes curled, and I instinctively reached up, my fingers tangling in his hair. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to stop, to pull away. I knew this was a terrible idea, a reckless move that could only lead to heartbreak. Yet, I was frozen, unable to move or think. The tension in my body was unbearable, as if I were about to shatter into a million pieces. I couldn't escape the fear, the pain, the overwhelming confusion that consumed me.
But at this moment, I craved his touch.
“Did you think of this when he asked you to stay?” Hero snarled, breaking the kiss and tearing my shirt open. “Did you wonder if he could touch you the way
