Ben, get the fuck off of me!” I shout in his face, yanking my arm from him and stepping back. The moment he lunges for me, the front door crashes open, the sound of it hitting the wall and booming out in the room. Before I know it, Draven has Ben’s throwing arm twisted at an ungodly angle behind his back, throwing him to the carpet below, pressing his black boot to his throat. Watching Ben struggle like a petrified bug under Draven’s boot shouldn’t be turning me on, but it is. Sasha is holding onto me, and we both watch as the giant who can barely stand to his full height in the room, stares
...more
