He laughed with a cruel huff, tearing his mouth from hers. ‘You know full well that you’re in my grasp now, in every way.’
She shivered at his words, shaking with rage and desire as her body heated from his touch.
With a quick hiss, she tried to twist from him, but he only smirked, holding her tighter.
‘Your insolence only makes me burn for you, wanting to own you even more.’
She jolted, angry, vengeful. ‘I hate you.’
‘Now you know how I feel for you and your family for what you put me through.’
She jolted, the realization of how deep his wounds were hitting her.
‘Now, will you get in without causing any further drama, woman?’ he murmured into her hair.
She nodded, and he stepped back, tapping her ass, which drove her inside in outrage.
As she settled into the flyer seat, the frigid air conditioning chilling her to the bone, she comprehended this was far from over.
They locked eyes as he strapped in with an icy smile.
With a wink, Mak slipped back into his enigmatic mask; his profile turned from her.
She dragged her eyes from him and focused instead on the view outside.
The hangar roof slid open, and the craft dusted off, carrying her back toward a future fraught with uncertainty.
Clenching her teeth, she vowed never to stop fighting for the life she desired, clinging to the spark of rebellion that refused to be extinguished.
MAK
When they finally arrived back at the lodge, the air between them crackled with tension.
The flight had been quiet, words unsaid but thick with a charged silence.
As they walked up the stairs to their chambers, Mak was very aware of her presence beside him, every step and breath she took amplified the storm inside him.
He paused at her bedroom door, trying to fight the pull, the gravity that had drawn him toward her all night.
He turned to face her, his eyes sweeping over her again, from the curve of her neck to her ass.
The light in the hall was soft, casting her in a glow that only made her look more radiant, more dangerous to his resolve.
With a snarl, he reached out, one hand curling around her waist, the other slipping behind her nape.
She gasped, but she was not hesitant in leaning into him.
‘You might have been killed out there, assassinated by asachem,’ he growled. ‘Your lack of thought for your safety, and by extension, my own, is unacceptable.’
With a savage grunt, he pulled her close, her breath mingling with his for a brief, searing moment.
He bent his head and kissed her, hard, dirty, deep, hungry, letting all the frustration and pent-up desire pour into it.
Her lips were soft, pliant, and warm, and to his surprise, she responded at once, reaching to grip his shoulders as if afraid to let go.
Their embrace melded in a ferocious battle of wills, in a wildfire burn that ignited everything he’d been trying to suppress for so long.
His cock hardened, so stiff, he growled into her mouth, meshing his lips to hers, sucking on her tongue, eliciting panting moans from her.
