My breath hitches when his hand wraps around my throat beneath my jaw, and I’m being pulled flush against his chest. My free hand presses against him in an attempt to steady myself. The smile on his face is one of dark satisfaction when his lips lower to claim mine. He kisses me soundly—with sweet, sultry give and rough, hungry take. After a long moment, he finally pulls back just enough to look at me, the smile returning to his face like we’re in on the same joke. “Little devil, you’re nothing but trouble. And I’m made for chaos.”
