Chapter 77 — “Wrong answer, girl.”

Desmond places me on the bed without much care, making my body jump with the mattress. And just as I'm about to clumsily get up, he puts himself behind me, holding my throat, using his other hand to lift my hips. His lips brush against my cheek, my jaw, down to my shoulder. And the light bite he gives me there sends a new shiver down my spine.

“Did he touch you?” Desmond asks with his lips still b