Chapter 44 The man with a scar

• Slamming the door shut, he pinned me against the wall. And the next thing I found was his lips crashing on mine. Holding my hands above my head, his mouth ravished mine in a rough punishing kiss. I could taste the metallic taste of my blood on my tongue when he bit on my lower lip, hard.
• But I didn't resist him. His anger was radiating off through the kiss, and I didn't want to make him more mad.
• "You're fucking mine!" he growled against my lips. "How dare you flirt with him right before my eyes!" Those electric blue pools blazed with fury and jealousy as he gripped my chin in a firm grip, but not tight enough to hurt me.