His deadly obsession
I shot back, my anger a thin veil over the heat that simmered beneath.
He stepped closer, his breath brushing my lips. “You’re already playing the game,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw. “And you’re damn good at it.”
He pulled me closer, his grip firm on my cheek. His breath ghosted over my ear, and the words he whispered sent shivers down my spine. “You’re my wife now,” he murmured. “You’ll do anything I please.”
Hate and something else churned inside me as I heard his words. How could I feel both repulsion and a twisted attraction? I hated myself for it.