Her lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know how to fight back when he looked at her like that. Like he’d burn the world down for her without hesitation.
And damn it, some part of her wanted him to.
Was she going insane? Yes. At this point, Roland had turned her into a mad b***h.
He looked her over, gaze softer now. “Dance with me.”
She hesitated, torn between fury and fire.
He stepped closer. One hand found her waist, pulling her in.
“Or I could kiss you again and see if that shuts you up.”
She nearly choked. “You’re insane.”
“You like it.”
“I hate you.”
“You still haven’t let go of my hand.”
She realized that her fingers were still wrapped around his.
“I—” she faltered.
Then the music shifted to something darker, slower, sultry, the kind of song that beg
