Chapter 50

• My pulse doesn’t slow, but with every word that falls out of his mouth, any fear I had of him harming me in some way is replaced by pure unadulterated carnal lust. I’m starting to breathe quickly. My head is getting light. From the wine. From him. His intensity. The sheer risk. The recklessness. The need.
• The heat in the room that has nothing to do with the fire. I want him. Right here. Right now.
• I tug at the neck of my sweatshirt and try to think about anything apart from the way he’s looking at me. Like he wants to devour me. I’m so turned on; I whimper from where he threw me on the sofa. His eyebrows rise, and he seems to stop breathing. He swallows hard and places the wine bottle down on the coffee table without breaking eye contact.