A moment later, he pulled back. Looking at the woman beneath him, a storm churned inside him, refusing to settle.
He had kissed her—voluntarily.
Chloe Bishop blinked, her vacant gaze slowly focusing on Xavier Grayson's face. Her voice was calm, yet it carried an undercurrent of bitter tears. "Go on—why'd you stop? Isn't forcing yourself on me your specialty? Come on, then."
"Enough, Chloe Bishop."
He released her. The shame and irritation burning inside him were known only to himself.
"What's wrong? Think I'm dirty? Don't worry—I don't know how many men I'll have in the future, but at least for now, this body is still clean. No one but you."
"Chloe Bishop."
He finally lost patience and grabbed her by the throat, his voice a low growl. "Don't push me."
"Why can't you hear what I'm s
