Page 70 of Intense
Chapter 25
FINN
Spinning the ring on my finger, I sigh.
I’m disappointed she doesn’t remember our first kiss. I can still feel how soft her lips were against mine. I was wasted, yeah. But I’m never wasted enough to completely lose control.
Especially not around her.
Pulling up my phone, I click play on the video.
My chest tightens as it starts.
The way she’s looking up at me, smiling like that. Almost sweet.
A stark contrast to the viper who just slammed my door on her way out.
But she made a grave mistake this morning.
She showed me her new button.
And I’m going to press it until she breaks.
I have fifty different scenarios running through my head, all the ways I can use our new bond to test her.
To punish her.
To ruin her.
Maybe if I push hard enough… I’ll end my obsession.
Or maybe, I’ll drown in it.
Can I really make this woman hate me?
Is that even what I want?
I’m not sure anymore.
Because when she kissed me—drunk or not?—
My entire world fucking stopped.
When the video hits the moment our mouths collide, I pause it and take a screenshot.
A keepsake. Stephanie Quinn is mine.
And by the time she’s done begging for a divorce, she’ll know the truth.
This intense friction we have? It isn’t hate. Not really.
It’s something more. Something dangerous. Something raw and consuming.
It’s intoxicating. Possessive. A disaster waiting to happen.
Her touch burns through my skin. And she’s the first woman that I haven’t wanted to sever from me.
No. With her, I want to sew her into my fucking skin and never let her go.
