Jake's POV
Just before I could take a step after Susan, my wrist was snatched—tight, cold fingers locking around it like a steel trap.
I didn’t even have to look to know.
The redhead was back.
"Your scent is overwhelming," she murmured, her voice breathy and thick like honey, but it was laced with hunger—predatory hunger.
Before I could jerk away or call for help, she was on me.
All over me.
Her body pressed into mine, her cold hands cradling the back of my head as she forced her mouth to my neck. I could feel her lips brushing my skin, her breath icy. It wasn’t a kiss. It was something else. Something primal.
I twisted, shoved, bucked my shoulder hard to break free. But she didn’t move.
She didn’t budge.
How could someone who looked so delicate—porcelain skin, long lashes, thin
