my temple before sliding it down my neck to rest above my heart. “And here.”
My entire body is rigid like a cable. I want to pull away from him, but I’m afraid any stray
movement of his hand over my body will cause me to snap.
Viktor circles his finger over my heart, each sweep growing wider until his finger brushes across
the taut tip of my n****e straining against the fabric of my shirt. I gasp, and he grins.
“That, however, is usually caused by another emotion entirely.”His finger is frozen, and I’m unsure whether I should slap him or arch into his touch. My mind and
body have never been more at war.
I hate this man. Don’t I? That’s what I’ve been telling myself anyway.Yet, here I am, anxious for him in a way I’ve never experienced before. My insides feel molte
