die

ze of my senses. It was my clutch, tossed carelessly onto the carpet ho

ng reality. My eyes flew open. Panic, c

as my

e purse, but he was a dead weight of muscle

as he looked at the glowing screen. With a lazy, deliberate movement, h

t up for

en

ad frantically, my eyes pleading

e. He ignored my silent begging and slid hi

ll con

nnan's sharp intake of breath

d pressed the speakerphone button. Brennan's voi

re you? You're n

the sheets so tightly my knuckles we

, which had been resting on my hip, began to move. It slid slowly,

sensitive it sent a jolt through my

nses sh

lips. It was quiet, but in the tense silence of the room, i

s sound came through the speaker. "What was that? Who's w

phone in Griffith's hand. The sudden motion caused a sharp friction between our bod

His eyes were gleaming, filled with the dark satisfacti

ar. I fought to even my breathing, to force the

nd unfamiliar. "I came back to the villa early.

d from the other end, his tone sharp wit

y neck, a silent torment. I closed my e

pping with ice. "Shouldn't you be more concerned with

His righteous anger deflated, replaced by the

abbed my thumb at the red end-call icon and

unching the wall in frustration. I heard his footsteps, heavy a

in a kiss that tasted of victory. His victory. And he pulle