Chapter 36

• I guess that pushed my cheek too far. He was on me in seconds, slamming me into the countertop as the mugs went crashing to the floor with a smash. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
• But it wasn’t Lucian Morelli’s hands that attacked me next . . . it was his mouth. His lips. His breaths.
• He was fierce as he ripped my coat from my shoulders and flung it aside. His fingers were savage as they tore at my dress, ripping it clean open, and revealing my lace bra.