Maria.
I hated the fact that he could just move and kiss me at any time, anywhere, like I had no say in it, like my space wasn't mine to guard.
Like my body was simply territory to be claimed.
What the hell was wrong with the quadruplets?
Did they all think authority gave them unlimited access to me whenever it pleased them? That being Alpha meant boundaries dissolved at their convenience?
Damien's grip was firm—too firm—as he pinned my wrists lightly above my head against the wall. It wasn't painful, but it was unyielding. His other hand settled at my waist, fingers pressing into my side just enough to keep me from slipping away, as though I might disappear if he loosened his hold.
And then his lips were on mine.
No warning.
No hesitation.
He kissed me like I was something to be claimed.
Like I was a prize won after a long, patient hunt.
Slow at first—testing the waters, measuring my reaction.
Then deeper.
More assured.
Savouring.
