His smile widens.“Good girl.”
He kisses me, quick and hard, more possession than affection.
Then he pulls back, breath warm against my face.
“Now,” he says, tone sharpening again, “let’s do it right this time.”
We reset.
His hands tighten around my waist.
And even before he lifts me—
I know I don’t want to be here.
But Adrian Frost doesn’t care what I want.
Not then.
Not now.
Not ever.
Chapter 20: Finn
The bar smells likebeer and lemon cleaner and regret.
It’s not even late, but there are already enough people here to make the air warm, loud, and restless.The kind of night where nobody’s really looking at anyone else—everyone’s just trying to get out of their own head.
Same as me.
I slip onto a barstool in the corner, the wood sticky under my palms, and signal the bartender without thinking.
“One?”she asks.
I almost say yes.
