And that was when it fully consumed me.
Jealousy and anger.
Not the controlled kind. Not the logical kind.
The kind that blinds and twists everything.
It didn’t even matter if she was telling the truth anymore.
My hand moved before I thought.
I caught her wrist not painfully,
but firmly enough that she couldn’t ignore me anymore.
Her eyes widened slightly.
“Kingsley—”
But I didn’t let her finish because I was already past the reasoning.
Too much had built up inside of me.
The scent I couldn’t place.
The fear of losing control over something I never learned how to hold properly.
And beneath all of it the raw desire that had been suppressed for long flaring dangerously.
I pulled her closer. Her breath hitched.
I crashed my lips against hers, not giving her time to react, my k
