Evelyn “Little vice…” His fingers closed around my wrists again, firm, unyielding, like letting me go wasn’t even an option in his head. Something in me snapped instantly. “Let go of me,” I shot back, trying to yank free, but his grip only tightened, not painful, just… impossible to ignore. My pulse jumped under his touch, which only annoyed me more. “What if I don’t?” he said calmly, tilting his head slightly, rain still dripping from his hair down to his jaw. There was something almost teasing in his tone, like he already knew I wouldn’t win this little struggle. “What are you going to do about it… little vice?” “I’m warning you,” I snapped, my brows pulling together as I tried again to pull my hands free. “Stop calling me that.” His lips curved faintly, not quite a smile, but close enough to irritate me. “Why?” he asked, stepping closer, his voice dropping just enough to make it feel personal. “Are you scared you’ll lose control?” His eyes locked onto mine, sharp, sear
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