Page 10 of Virtue & Vengeance

“Why? You know what’s likely to happen if you do.”

“You’ll never touch me again, Zander.”

His eyes dropped, his gaze sweeping over my cleavage. “What makes you think I want to touch you again?”

I don’t know why I did it, but before I could think through the actions, I pressed my hips forward, slamming into him.

He was hard.

I could feel the extent of his arousal pressing into my hip.

A low hiss escaped his thick lips, and I glorified in the capability to arouse him.

No matter how he acted the night before or what he said, he still wanted me. And the ache that was spreading throughout my core told me I still wanted him, as well, despite what he had done to me.

“I think that answers that question. Don’t you think?”

He pressed into me harder, and the locker room door dug into my back.

“Watch yourself, angel. You’re playing with fire.”

“Oh please. Fire doesn’t scare me. I already got burned last night.”

“Is that what you think I did? You think I burned you?”

“What would you call it?”

He leaned in closer, his nose skimming my cheek before he captured my earlobe in his teeth and growled. “I call it fucking.”

Fucking.

The way he said the word sent a wave of chills over my body.

He was right.

I was playing with fire, and the burn felt dangerous yet amazing.

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