That made her pause.
Silence stretched between us like a fuse ready to blow.
She didn’t run. Didn’t speak.
Her throat bobbed—a hard swallow, a flicker of indecision.
I stepped into her space again, voice like a velvet blade.
“You want to run, go ahead. Door’s right there. But if you stay…” I dipped my head, lips grazing her ear. “You’re mine. And you know it.”
The way she trembled?
That was all the answer I needed.
“I’m engaged,” she said, voice trembling like the words could protect her. Like they could undo everything we’d done.
I stepped into her space until she had no choice but to meet my eyes.
“No,” I said, flat and final. “You’re not. Not anymore.”
Her brows pinched, breath hitching like I’d just knocked the wind out of her.
“I don’t fucking share, Kennedy. I already told you.”
I let the words settle—cold and heavy.
“You gave yourself to me. That’s not something you get to take back.”
She wavered, just for a second. I saw it. That flicker in her eyes—desire clawing at her panic.
“I… I made a mistake,” she whispered, but her voice cracked halfway through it.
Bullshit.
Fury surged in my chest like a storm—white-hot and focused. “No. You made a choice.”
She backed up, spine straightening like she was preparing to run.
Run. I fucking dare you.
“I should go,” she muttered, like saying it out loud would make it true.
I grinned. Slow. Cold. Predatory.
“Princess,” I drawled, letting the threat drip from every syllable, “you leave now? Go running back to him?” I cocked my head. “I tell him everything.”
She froze. Turned to face me, eyes wide with disbelief, horror creeping in at the edges. “What?”
“You heard me.” My voice stayed low, steady. Deadly calm. “You walked in here. You let me touch you. You came for me.” I took a step closer. “Now that I’ve tasted you, there’s no walking away.”
“He won’t believe you,” she tried.
I chuckled once—humorless. “Oh, he’ll believe me.” I reached for my phone. “Want to see what I’ll show him?” The corner of my mouth ticked up. “I’ve got the whole thing. You on my tongue. My fingers. Falling apart like you were made for it.”
Her face crumpled, shame and rage and something else crashing into her all at once.
“I have cameras in every hallway, princess. Everywhere.” My voice dipped. “Gotta protect my assets.” I let that hang—long enough for the weight of my meaning to crush her defenses. “That includes you. Should we show him?"
