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It’s potent in the air, his rage. And it electrifies and terrifies me at the same time. I’m not sure I want to be in a room this small with him when he’s like this. I don’t think it’s large enough to contain his anger.
“Let’s just go,” I say, pushing Phoenix forward with my hand. He’s locked in some sort of alpha male stare down with Tristan and not moving.
Tristan’s gaze snaps to where I touch Phoenix and scalds.
My hand drops as if he burned me.
He who was so worried about his reputation and his job that he wouldn’t touch me for weeks seems to suddenly care about neither. Phoenix can’t be oblivious to what’s really going on here. Short of peeing on me, Tristan couldn’t be acting more territorial.
I have to get us out of here before he loses it and accidentally ruins his career and reputation.
I follow after Phoenix, keeping my head bent and my gaze averted. I feel Tristan’s eyes burn against the side of my face, but I don’t look up at him.
I’ll text him later or somethi–
His hand extends in front of me, separating me from Phoenix.
“You stay.”
My heart lurches.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tristan’s face turned completely to the left, chin angled down to look at me. I can see him in my peripherals when I look up at Phoenix.
He stops and turns around when he sees I don’t follow. Tristan growls angrily in response. It’s a dark rumble that crawls up his throat and falls sexily from his lips and it skates up the skin of my neck.
“It’s fine, you can go. I’ll talk to you later.”
Phoenix walks away without a backwards glance and then I’m alone with Tristan.
Slowly, almost maddeningly so, he closes the door and then locks it, his eyes never leaving my face. His fingers linger on the bolt and something pulses in my lower stomach.
Finally, I bring my gaze up to meet his, the moment of our eyes meeting sending a jolt of energy through me. He brings his arm down to his side and I take a nervous step back.
His fingers wrap around my wrist, freezing me in place as I deal with the physical onslaught of having him touch me. My heart races, my breath hitches, and wetness pools between my legs.
My focus is so set on my wrist that it’s only when he has his other hand wrapped around my neck that I realize he’s even moved.
I stiffen in a mix of fear and excitement.
As potent as his anger is, he’s throttling the violence inside him. His fingers are loose on my neck, his thumb caressing soft circles around my pulse point.
His eyes are dazed with lust yet alert as they track over my face.
“Is this okay?” he asks, lowering his head and speaking the words softly against the shell of my ear.
Something softens inside me, something that isn’t used to being disturbed by kind attention. No one around me ever asks me what I want or ifIlike something, it’s always assumed for me or ordered to me.
I’m taken aback by how much more attracted to him it makes me, if that’s even possible.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he says, tapping my nose.
The kindness disappears from his face and when his hand finds my neck again, his fingers wrap around the entire column of my throat and squeeze. I drag a breath in as my eyes widen slightly. This hold makes me want to arch wantonly into him.
“Because I’m not going to treat you like you’re breakable when I know you’re not.”
How wrong he is.
