“What are you gonna do?” he taunts, flashing a hint of fang.
My eyes fall to his mouth, and my heart rate speeds up.
I swear he can feel it hammering through my T-shirt. Swear he can feel the whisper of breath that escapes me when he drags his tongue across his bottom lip—teasing, taunting, driving me fucking mad with forbidden desire.
Why the hell am I burning up?
I flick my gaze to his, getting lost in those heavy eyes, and hold my hips out of reach so that he doesn’t feel how hard I am for him.
“Why are you here?” I snarl, my fingers twitching on his hoodie.
The urge to flatten my palm and soak up the heat emanating from his clothes makes it hard to think. I can smell him.
Smell the citrus and leather on his clothes.
His minty breath.
Those tempting lips spread into a blinding smile that nearly buckles my knees.
How I stay upright is a miracle.
I stare, unable to breathe, while he uses his free hand to retrieve something from his pocket.
A phone.
Confused, I look down.
“Funny you ask.” His voice rumbles around me like a summer storm. “Someone sent me an interesting video.” Holding up the screen for me to see, I watch the clip I recorded of Mia on her knees. “Care to explain?”
“Who sent it to you?”
“Anonymous number,” he explains, then looks pointedly at my hand on his chest. “Are you going to stop touching me any time soon?”
“Not until you let me go.”
Chuckling, he drops his hand, and I reluctantly let mine fall from his warm body. Though my hand tingles. I’m still rattled.
“Why did you send this?”
I frown, confused by his harsh tone. It almost sounds like…jealousy. Rubbing my face to clear the damn haze, I dismiss that silly notion. “It’s none of your business.”
“No?” Tsking, he takes a step closer. “I can always make it my business.”
My heart stutters. “Excuse me?”
“You said it yourself. Your dad isn’t my dad, right? From what I’ve seen, you’re the golden boy—always have been.”
Gritting my teeth, I watch him smirk.
“Don’t you think it’s time we shatter that illusion?”
I surge forward, slapping my hand on the wall behind him. Fury heats my veins, and it’s a miracle I don’t choke him to death. I’m in his face, baring my teeth like a feral animal. “What the fuck do you want?”
“There you are.” His smile is manic. “I knew you were in there somewhere, just waiting for someone to come along with a stick and poke you.”
Our chests brush with my harsh exhales. He keeps smiling, waiting for me to do what? I don’t fucking know.
Reaching out, he pats my cheek, and I whack his arm away with such force that it smacks against the wall behind him.
