Winter’s lip was bitten raw. She cried out in pain as Chris slowly released her. Without the lenses of his glasses to soften them, his eyes were filled with raw aggression.He raised a hand, wiping the smear of blood from his lip with his thumb. The hand gripping the back of her neck tightened as he leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe in a cruel whisper. “Winter Scott, don’t cross my line.”Winter trembled with anger. Her voice came out hoarse and dry. “Then don’t cross mine either. Worst case, we both go down together. I’ve got one life, and I’m ready anytime.”“Want to die that badly?” Chris stared at her with those deep eyes.“You can try,” Winter said, not backing away as she met his cold, sharp gaze head-on.Chris seemed to dismiss her words entirely.The arm around her waist tightened, holding her in place with ease. With his other hand, he brushed her hair aside, revealing a face that was flushed but smudged with grime.“You look a mess,” he said.“Let go of me.”In
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