TEN | SUBMITTING TO HIS TOUCH

He didn't flinch when I slapped him. Instead, his soft lips crushed harder against mine, forcing a moan out of me. The deep hunger in his eyes left goosebumps all over me.

Get a grip on yourself, you fool! He feels nothing for you. I reminded myself about last night and my temper began to rise again. But the more I fought him, the more he kissed me. I would be lying if I said that his kisses didn'