“Let me go, you shitbag!” I snarled, thrashing violently in his hold, driving my elbows backward to strike his ribs.
He chuckled, the sound infuriatingly calm as he absorbed the blows without breaking his grip. “Running out of good insults already, little monster?”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Why?” With a sudden, lifting heave, he planted my backside firmly onto the edge of the marble counter, right next to the heavy wooden knife block.
He stepped directly between my thighs, locking me in place. The position was entirely too close for comfort, his hands resting flat on my upper thighs, sending a scorching heat through the fabric of my pajamas.
I swallowed hard, my fingers wrapping around the edge of the counter behind me to keep from shaking. “I don’t see how that name suits me.” My voic
