“Time’s up, Luna,” I whispered in her ear. She fought me all the way back to the room. I put her down, and she spun to face me as I locked the door. I turned to face her. Her cheeks were darkened, and when our gazes met, I saw the glimmer of something surprising. She was turned on by our little game. “You’re insane,” she spat, her voice sharp. “Why do you say that?” I quirked a brow, a smirk tugging at my lips. I found a twisted amusement in her defiance. Her eyes narrowed, turning into slits that could slice through steel. She looked adorable when she was angry, fire dancing behind her eyes. “Because you’re playing some kind of sick game,” she shot back, her breath quickening as I herded her toward the wall. “You stabbed me with a fork,” I reminded her, leaning in until our noses nearly touched. “You kidnapped me,” she countered, trying to sound fierce but failing to mask the slight tremor in her voice. “Kidnapped?” I chuckled, the sound echoing off the cold walls. “I didn’t kidnap you. I just took back what belongs to me.”
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Krissy Adol,
Vicious Devotion