Ella
I thought I was prepared for him.
For the smirk.
For the arrogance.
For the inevitable retaliation.
I was not prepared for the way Kane closed the distance between us like the entire room didn’t exist.
One second there was space.
The next, his fingers were under my chin.
Firm.
Unyielding.
He tilted my face up to his.
Gasps erupted around us.
Hailee inhaled sharply beside me. Myles froze mid-step. Even the half-dressed woman behind him forgot to sob.
Kane’s touch wasn’t violent.
It wasn’t gentle either.
It was possession wrapped in restraint.
His thumb rested lightly against my jaw while his fingers curved beneath my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his.
I refused to look away.
If he thought I would flinch in front of all these people, he didn’t know me at all.
His gaze
