“I do know you,” I murmur. “I know that you’re angry right now, and there’s so much adrenaline pumping through your veins that it feels like you’re burning up.” A beat passes between us, and then he nods, pupils darkening. “So… let me make it better, Saint.” I’m trembling as I slide out of his lap and drop to my knees between his legs, peering up at him. “Use me.”
