He’d twisted my arm behind my back, slamming it into the wooden podium with a fast jerk, and I yelped. To anyone walking by, it would look like he was hugging me, but pain radiated up my arm from the impact. “You practically fell into the kid’s lap.” His face inches from mine, he’d pecked the tip of my nose with a smirk as he twisted my wrist with more force. He dropped a kiss to my mouth after that, biting my lower lip before sucking on it. “You’re hurting me, and people are right outside.” After a moment of tense silence—the only sound the ticking clock—he’d laughed, a small caustic sound.
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