The restraints bit into my wrists, but I didn’t stop fighting against them. The second Darius had pushed me into his room like some unruly f*****g criminal, I knew I was in for it. And now—after his rough hands had forced me down into this godforsaken chair, my arms tied behind my back—I knew I had officially pushed him over the edge.
Good.
Because he sure as hell had pushed me over mine.
I jerked against the restraints again, my breath coming out in sharp, irritated bursts as I glared up at him. He stood in front of me, broad shoulders heaving, dark eyes burning with something raw and unhinged. His jaw was locked so tight it looked like it might snap. I had seen Darius angry before. Had seen the way his rage twisted into something lethal and violent.
But this? This was different.
His
