“L-Let go of me! What on earth are you doing?!”
Vlad released her lower lip from his gentle bite. She felt her face flush, the shame and embarrassment creeping up to her crown as if she had been laid bare under the blazing sun. She twisted her body, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge. He pulled her even closer, his powerful arms pressing her closer to his body. It was the first time he had refused to listen to her.
The more he ignored her, the more her defiance flared; the harder she struggled, the tighter his grip became. Just as she was about to protest again, she stopped. His sharp, chiseled profile was visible from the side, and he wasn’t looking at her. His red eyes were fixed on Marius.
In the heavy silence, an almost imperceptible growl echoed in her mind. Vlad was showing Marius something—showing him who she belonged to.
