Intimate Mapping and Rejection

Maeve's POV

Trapped against the wooden wall of the study, the crushing weight of his body caged me in. He grabbed a thick fistful of my hair, yanking my head backward. His glowing, golden eyes were wild with untamed lust as his inner wolf, Vance, threatened to take primal control of his mind.

"What are you gonna do, Gideon? Are you gonna torture me until you force me to give you what you want?"