“I…wasn’t trying to be one.”
“Really, now?”
My lips part, and my train of thought flies out the window because his finger has moved up. He’s fully exploring my throat now, tracing, touching, and leaving an inferno of goosebumps in his wake.
I can’t for the life of me focus on anything other than his sensually dark touch. The feel of his skin on mine is forbidden yet so addictive. So raw. So…wrong.
“You were ready to allow yourself to be stabbed in the same shoulder that’s injured because you were playing the martyr. That business won’t happen again, am I understood?”
“No.”
“No?” The edge in his voice would send anyone running, including me, but I have to put my foot down about this.
“I don’t understand how Viktor and the others claim to be your guards while allowing your so-called f
