CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
~ Stephano
The slap landed on my right cheek, sharp and stinging, snapping my head to the side. For a single second, I didn’t react. Then? I saw red. My fingers curled into fists, my entire body locking up. She was going to pay for that. I grabbed her—snatched her against me so roughly that she gasped, her hands flying to my chest. Too late. I had her locked in, caged so tight she couldn’t move. Not an inch.
"You," I breathed, my voice low, dangerous, "have no f*****g idea what you just did."
Her breath hitched. She felt it. My rage, my heat, the way my entire body had just decided that if she wanted to fight—we were going to fight. She opened her mouth—probably to yell at me again. I didn’t let her. I crashed my lips against hers, a punishing, bruising, filthy kiss
