Chapter 12.
The cool touch of the pink Shaffarrie choker brushed against my skin, and I shuddered involuntarily from the impact of it. Seconds later, Maxwell’s fingers moved, trailing gently across my cheek while his gaze stayed fixed on the necklace.
“You are beautiful,” he mouthed, his eyes still lingering on the choker.
Something flickered beneath that stare….. a quiet admiration that made my heart flutter for a brief, traitorous second. Only a second, because I was quick to kill it.
His fingers trailed down, brushing the line of the necklace, his nails grazing my skin with such care that it felt like he knew every secret my body was trying to keep.
The air in my throat trembled with every drag of his touch. Then his lips followed….. slow and deliberate as he lowered his head, plan
