"Never."
Lucas's lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes darkened, the predatory gleam in them making her stomach flip. "Bad move, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
She barely had time to react before his lips crashed into hers.
The kiss was wild.
Lucas kissed her like he was leaving no doubt in her mind who she belonged to.
Her mind screamed at her to stop him. She was still mad. Right?
Her body, however, had its own plans.
She kissed him back just as fiercely, arching into him, fingers tangling in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp.
Lucas growled, his grip on her wrists tightening just enough to make her shiver.
Heat spread through her like wildfire.
Everywhere he touched, she felt it. The burn. The need. The undeniable, all-consuming pull.
"Lucas…" she gasped against his lips, trying to gather what was left of her senses.
