My heart thrashed against my rib cage. Oddly, this was exactly what I had wanted. Him to drag me up into his room. Him to slam the door and lock it. Him to take me any way that he wanted me. But I never expected this rage.
Ravenous eyes, razor-sharp canines and claws that could tear me piece by piece, he stood on the other side of the room and stared at me. I had seen angry Roman, but I had never seen furious Roman.
I scurried to the headboard, my tied hands now at my side. “We didn’t do anything,” I said, struggling with the rope.
His jaw twitched, golden eyes fixed on mine, hands balled into tight fists. He parted his lips, showing me his viciously long canines that I wanted to just sink right into me. “Don’t give me that,” he growled. “Don’t lie to me.”
After debating on my options,
