Chapter 48.
The air in the bedroom was charged with a heavy, magnetic stillness that made the tiny hairs on Briar’s arms stand on end. The legal document Victor had pressed into her hand felt like a cold weight against her palm, but the heat radiating from his massive frame was far more pressing. He didn’t back away after their foreheads touched; instead, he closed the final inch of distance, his mouth crashing onto hers with a desperation that was less of a request and more of a conquest. Victor’s hands, calloused and steady, moved with a sudden, frantic hunger. He backed her up toward the vanity, his large body a dark wall of muscle and intent that left her no room for retreat- nor did she want one. Her lower back hit the edge of the mahogany table with a soft thud, sending a ripple of vibration
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