“Tell me…” He curled a hand around the nape of my neck. “Does this feel fake to you?” No. That was the problem. It felt too real, as did the possibility that he could break my heart. “I want to make a few things clear.” Christian’s lips brushed mine with each word. “Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can’t touch you…” His grip tightened on the back of my neck as his voice dropped. “And I will fucking die.”
