Braving rejection, I lean forward to rest my forehead against his collarbone. “Can’t help it. You’re just so… ugh.” He chuckles. “Ugh?” “Yeah. Ugh. Sexy. Commanding. Vicious. Can you be rough with me? Please,” I plead. “Either that, or I’ll have to take a blunt object to your mirrors.” “What the fuck.” But Cain lets out another low laugh. “Are you threatening vandalism to get me to hurt you?”
