THE TASTE OF RUIN
~MAYA'S POV~
The kiss wasn't a question; it was ruin.
Silas kissed me like a man who had been starving for years and had finally decided to break the glass on the buffet.
His mouth was hot, hard, and demanding. His tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, tasting of aged scotch and raw, uncontrolled power. I tasted the violence in him, the pent-up frustration of watching me from afar, and it terrified me.
It also set my blood on fire.
I whimpered into his mouth, my hands clutching at the crisp white cotton of his shirt. I could feel the heat of his skin beneath the fabric, the hard slabs of muscle flexing as he crushed me against the wine rack.
"You have no idea," he growled against my lips, his voice rough and unrecognizable. "You have no idea how long I'v
