Adrien.
I needed to correct her.
The thought pounded in my head, louder than reason, louder than restraint.
That look on her face, defiant, unwavering, unnerved me more than I cared to admit. Maria had never looked at me like that before, not with challenge.
I needed to wipe it from her face.
Needed to remind her.
Needed her to know who she belonged to.
The urge came fast and reckless, driven by wounded pride and something darker I didn't want to name.
Without hesitation, I leaned in and crushed my lips against hers.
The kiss wasn't gentle.
It wasn't patient.
It was claiming.
Her lips were still slightly swollen, and the contact sent a sharp surge of heat through me. I gripped her face firmly, holding her in place as I pressed harder.
Why would she say that?
Why would she dare to imply I had no right?
No one was permitted to kiss her.
No one.
Except me.
The thought burned with possessive certainty.
I deepened the kiss the more she resisted.
