LUSTily : Diff. Forbidden Love Stories
She refused to look at him, staring fixedly at the dancing shadows on the far wall, her chest heaving as she tried to regain control of her breathing.
"Careful, sweetheart," Ronan’s voice drifted over, low and mocking. "Drink too much and you might start telling me what you're really feeling right now."
"I feel like I'm in hell," she whispered harshly, her voice thick with the sting of the drink.
Ronan chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound that got under her skin. He leaned in, his shoulder brushing hers, making her flinch. "If this is hell, Rissa, then you're the one who chose the devil as your driver."