Aria's POV
His eyes darkened. "Neither." He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering against my neck. "You're something far more dangerous."
"What's that?"
"Mine."
My breath caught. His hand was still at my neck, thumb brushing the hollow of my throat where my pulse hammered wildly.
"Aria," he said, and my name on his lips sounded like a prayer and a threat all at once.
"Yes?"
His eyes met mine again, dark and burning. "Tell me to leave."
I should have. God, I should have told him to walk out that door right now.
Instead, I leaned in.
His mouth crashed into mine.
The kiss wasn't gentle. It was claiming, demanding, devastating. His hands slid into my hair, tilting my head back, and I gasped against his lips.
That gasp w
