Cara's POV It was a forced kiss—raw, desperate, and whiskey-soaked. His lips were firm and demanding, tasting sharply of liquor and frustration. His tongue pushed past my resistance,claiming me. I struggled immediately, twisting my head, pushing at his broad chest with my free hand. "Adrian—stop!" I gasped against his mouth, but he only pressed harder.One of his hands pinned both of mine above my head against the wall, his grip ironclad. His other hand gripped my waist, pulling my body flush against his. The heat radiating from him was intense, burning through my clothes. His chest heaved against mine, his heart beating fast. I could feel every inch of his tall, muscular frame dominating the space, suffocating me in the most overwhelming way. The world narrowed to the taste of him, the low growl rumbling in his throat.I fought harder, kneeing at his thigh, but he shifted, trapping me more completely. "You drive me fucking crazy, Cara," he muttered hoarsely between kisses, his voi
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