CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
~ Stephano
Her hesitation was f*****g killing me.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for my belt, hesitating just a second too long. My patience was already hanging by a thread, my jaw was tight and my breath sharpened.
“Don’t make me do it for you,” I warned. “You won’t like how that ends.”
A shaky breath left her lips, her chest rising and falling too fast. She was panicking—I could see it in the way her hands fisted at her sides, in the way her eyes darted toward the door like she was calculating an escape.
I smirked. Good. She understood now.
“Okay… okay, I’ll do it,” she stammered.
The corner of my mouth curled. “That’s more like it.”
She swallowed hard, then forced her hands forward, fumbling with my belt. The metal buckle clinked as she struggled, her
