Alissa
Blake’s smirk widens, dark and satisfied. “Oh, Alissia, you’re making this way too easy.” He runs his thumb slowly along my jaw, his touch a teasing contrast to the tension pulsing through my body. “You know, the more you resist, the more fun it is to break you down.”
Demitri’s grip on my hair loosens just slightly, his other hand trailing along my shoulder, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “See, kisa, this is exactly why you’re in trouble.” His voice is a low, mocking murmur, slipping under my skin. “You think holding out gives you power, but all it’s doing is giving us time. And trust me, we’re very patient.”
Blake’s hand slides down my throat, his fingers pressing just enough to make my breath catch. His eyes never leave mine, his gaze holding a promise of control I’m not entir
