Never Divorce a Secret Billionaire Heiress
She raises her head when I come in and her sleep-filled blue irises stare at me before her silky voice floats from her throat, “Malachi, you’re back.”
I walk over to her and wrap my hand around her throat, pinning her back to the bed. When my voice leaves my throat, I can barely recognize it. It’s guttural and dark as I ask, “Tell me why I shouldn't choke the life out of you right now, Skye.”
Skye’s eyes are wild and her pupils are blown from the fear coursing through her veins.
My grip isn’t tight enough to choke, but it’s enough to keep her from moving, and my tone must have exposed there’s nothing sexual about the grip or this placement.