Chapter 148

I knelt, the cold marble biting into my skin.

My body trembled, a mixture of fear and something I refused to name.

His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me, not gently, but with a possessive force that made my scalp tingle.

The heady scent of him, clean and masculine with a hint of whiskey, filled my senses.

"Open," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me.

My lips trembled as I