Stopping in front of Cass, I reached up and pulled his face down to mine with a hand on the back of his neck. It was an aggressive gesture, and he let me do it. The power dynamic was clear in that I was kissing him, not the other way around. I'd likely make up for it later, anyway. "Don't get any blood on the velvet," I told him, loud enough to be heard. "Yes, sir," Cass growled back, his expression stoic but his fingers gentle where they rested on my hip.
