WHAT?!
“Five,” Connor said softly.
Rafael’s smirk faltered, his throat bobbed, and his bravado drained out of him all at once. He stumbled back, muttering curses, face pale with sweat as he practically ran out of the restaurant.
And I sat there, trembling, heart racing, thighs soaked, eyes wide, wishing the ground would swallow me because oh my God, Connor was about to explode and not at Rafael. At me.
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The second Rafael ran out, I thought maybe it was over, but no, it was not over. Not even close. Connor’s hand was still clamped on my face, his thumb pressing into my cheek so hard it felt like he was stamping ownership into my bones. He leaned down, his breath scorching my skin, and said in that voice that never needs to be loud to be terrifying, “I would punish you a lot, pumpkin
