I think he’s going to release me but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes farther into me. Is that… Holy crow. The bulge now pressing against my thigh suggests he’s more than happy. Bile rises in my throat, and I fight the urge to connect my knee with his erection. “Or perhaps, I won’t wait until our wedding night to take what’s mine.” My heart stills. Alberto’s threat is loaded like a gun, and he lets it marinate in the tiny gap between us. His breath scorches my cheek, growing more and more labored in the silence. “Understood,” I croak.
