His thumb brushed along her pulse point. Then he did it again. And again. He still held her by the throat, but the hold was loose. She could easily break it if she wanted to. Razik knew that too. Knew she was allowing him to hold her that way. She could tell he knew it by the way his thumb kept making those light passes on her neck. By the way his gaze had zeroed in on her mouth. How that frantic mania that had been in his eyes was shifting to something else despite everything he’d just said to her.
