NINA'S POV
I’m not weak for wanting him. I’m reckless.
And Cassian Cross has always been my favorite mistake.
No, I don’t want tenderness.
I want him exactly the way he’s looking at me now—like I’ve already undone him.
“Drop the facade. f**k me like the monster I know you are.” I poke the bear with no sense of consequence.
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and now I see him—all of him— as a small curls his lips.
My p***y twitches, all ready for him. For the destruction that he brings.
“You're not ready.”
“Try me.” My jaw tightens, heart pulsing so hard I can hear it.
His eyes darken, like a predator spotting its prey, and then he's on me.
His hard chest brushes against my n*****s, rending a shudder from my breath.
His lips claim mine with urgency, tongue teasing me u
