CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
~ Stephano
I didn’t let go. Not yet. Because she still wasn’t moving. Still hesitating. She just sat there, breathing too fast, staring like she had no idea what to do with herself.
Her lips parted like she wanted to protest, but I wasn’t in the mood for games.
“You think batting those lashes at me will get you out of this?” I let out a humorless chuckle. “Not happening.”
Her breath hitched. She swallowed hard, gaze flicking away for a second before snapping back. And still—she didn’t move.
Enough.
I leaned in, my mouth grazing the shell of her ear.
“You’ve got two choices,” I murmured, slow and deliberate. “Either you start using those hands, or I put you in the backseat and take what I want myself.”
She shivered.
I felt it, watched the way her fingers curled
