Cruel Intentions

SLOANE

My bare feet hit the steps two at a time, chasing the heavy tread of his boots down the staircase. "Vance, stop!"

He doesn't slow down. I lunge forward at the landing, grabbing the heavy wool of his jacket and throwing my entire weight backward to wrench him around. The phantom sensation of him is still scorching the inside of my mouth—the rough grip of his fingers tangled in my roots, hi