Sabrina pushes up onto her hands, attempting to leave. Shaken. Wheezing. "Stop—"
But I surge up over her, bending her knees all the way back to her shoulders, pinning her to the easy chair with my mouth, my bared teeth against her parted lips. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want it."
Our hot, panting breaths mingle between us.
When she blinks rapidly, her hand curling in the front of my dress shirt, I'm caught off guard by a wave of regret. Of...affection. For her. It leads me to speak without thinking. "I'm a bastard. I don't know how to be any other way. I don't have an ounce of sweetness inside of me. I'm sorry if that's what you need. I'll make up for it in other ways." A swallow gets stuck in my throat. "Let me make up for it in other ways."
Her grip on my shirt loosens
