"Get out," I spat before I could stop myself. The word cracked in the air, sharper than a whip.
His laughter was low, dangerous, curling into my bones in a wrong way. He pushed off the bedpost and closed the space between us in three strides.
I froze, my fingers clutching at my towel tight. Aware of how vulnerable I am.
"Say it again," Ravić murmured, standing so close I could feel the heat rolling off of him. "I love how your mouth pretends to hate me when your body never does."
My nails dug into the towel, into my own skin beneath it.
"You're delusional," I hissed, tilting my chin up in defiance, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me shrink. "I'd rather burn alive than give in to you again."
His smile was slow, dangerous.
"Then burn," he whispered, his breath brushing my ear. "I'd like to see you try. But you'll only get to do it in my arms."