Kira’s POV
That smug bastard.
“You can fight it all you want,” he murmured again, lips grazing my neck now, right over the spot that pulsed for him. “But you’re already mine. And soon… soon I’ll make sure you never forget it.”
I didn’t answer anymore. Not because I couldn’t. I just didn’t want to engage him further.
Hours later, the helicopter began its descent, the lights of LA sprawling out below us like a memory I wasn’t ready to face.
We landed smoothly on a private pad on top of a skyscraper, the rotors slowing to a whine. A sleek black Maybach waited on the adjacent helipad driveway, engine purring. Adrian helped me out, his hand at the small of my back…possessive, guiding, like he couldn’t stop touching me.
The drive into the city hit me like a train that missed its stop.
LA
