"You wish me well, do you?" he murmured softly, his lips almost touching her skin yet not, making her body ache for that touch. "Don't you know not to run away from predators, sweetheart? We like the hunt." His words made her insides clench with a forbidden thrill even as she struggled against him, trying to escape while a part of her felt electrified. "Unless you want me to lay you out right on that bloody car of yours and fuck you, stop moving."
