Aria's pov
I met his eyes. I could feel it—that stupid, traitorous heat pooling low in my belly.
The bond was pulling, and I hated it.
His thumb traced my jaw, slow, deliberate. "You think I went to her?"
"I don't care what you do."
"Liar."
He dropped his mouth to my neck, and I gasped.
His teeth scraped against my skin, not hard enough to break, just enough to make my whole body jerk underneath him.
My thighs pressed together instinctively, but he was already there, his hips settling between them, his weight pinning me down.
I wanted to shove him off.
But when his hand slid down my stomach and hooked into the waistband of my pants, I arched up instead.
He ripped them down my legs, rough, impatient.
Cold air hit my skin, and then his fingers were there
