She jolted against me like a live wire—eyes flying wide in stunned disbelief, a fresh blush exploding across her tear-streaked face, turning her cheeks a deep, burning crimson that spread down her neck.
The sharp sting of my slap lingered on her ass, a warm throb that mixed with the growing heat pooling low in her belly, making her thighs clench involuntarily.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, body squirming half-heartedly in my arms—trapped between the instinctive urge to flee and the magnetic pull keeping her pressed against my bandaged chest.
"Still trying to run away from me?" I asked, my voice low and teasing, but edged with unyielding steel—like a chain wrapping tighter around her.
My hand lingered on the spot I'd slapped, rubbing the sting away in slow, possessive circles—fingers digging just enough to make her feel claimed, owned.
The motion sent shivers racing up her spine, her hips shifting subtly against mine despite herself.
