The Cost Of Forever
is tall, towering over me with deep ocean-blue eyes that appear to have the ability to see into my soul. Nevertheless
expression remains cold, almost bored. "I
ld revolves around them." My heart is racing, not just from the argument but from the way he's standing
low, grumbling voice, treating me like a smal
ast time I checked, You dragged me back and
instead. His smell, a mixture of musk and something dangerously intoxicating, overwhelms me like a wave. I feel over
ispers, his voice turning into a threatening murmur that gives me chills. His hand inches closer,
bout who you are," I say angrily, feeling my heart race. "So unless you plan
redatory, and I think he might actually do it. His hands clen
le that makes my blood boil. "You
nk I'm just here for his entertainment. "And I thin
e, not as gently as before. His touch is firm, almost possessive, and a spark of electricity shoots through me, igni
ation bubbling inside of me. I swear, if this man doesn't remo
mine, challenging, daring me to push furthe
s man is serious
think because you wear a fancy suit and strut around like you own the place, you can jus
here is a sudden gleam in his eyes. I've struck a ner
dealing with" He says with
el beneath my touch. Why must he be so frustrating and irresistibly attractive? It's not fair. "Could
is gaze pierces mine, icy yet containing a profound, primal intensity. It appears that we are ca
th caressing my cheek. "You're faili
sing to back down. "You
that I can almost detect the movement of his chest with every deliberate breath he inhales. Just for a moment, I believe he will
time. "You should really learn to control that sharp ton
snap back, even though part of me hates how much I actual
rides off, leaving me seething, with my heart pounding and
rowd. The weirdest part is, despite how much I want to hate him, I can't get rid
er, there was something unsettling about the way h
gance. His stupidly perfect face. His infuriatingly attrac
e more important things to think about than an arrogant stranger who believes everyth
and my skin tingling from his touch. It's stupid. I'm not someone who easily get
oice rumbled with authority, the way his eyes never left mine, challenging me. And worse, t
elling the remaining stress. He is simply a man. A frust
st, I