CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
The moment his eyes lock on mine, the room tilts.
Adrian doesn’t speak at first. He doesn’t need to.
His stare alone pins me to the far wall, sharp enough to slice through bone, hot enough to melt whatever resistance I pretend to have.
Then he moves.
Not fast.
Not rushed.
Slow. Controlled. Predator-slow.
Every step toward me tightens the air like a noose. By the time he reaches me, my breath is nowhere to be found. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, frantic, needy, confused.
Before I can pretend I’m not affected, his hand shoots out, gripping my waist, and he pulls me hard into his chest.
My body slams against his, solid muscle, royal authority, and barely contained hunger.
My breath stutters out in a pathetic whisper.
Fuck.
Because instantly, every though
