The sudden, sharp sensation from the subtle pressure on his lip jolted Adrian's entire body. His breath hitched—a silent, strangled sound—and the last vestiges of his composure shattered. He pushed weakly against Alexander's chest, a futile, instinctive movement.
He burned with something Adrian couldn't name, a storm that made his pulse stumble.
"Boss—" The word was a shaky plea, but it was cut off as Alexander immediately withdrew, stepping back only enough to allow a foot of space, yet the intensity in his gaze remained crushing.
Alexander's eyes, still dark and hooded, dropped to Adrian's lips, where a slight, involuntary swelling marked the contact. He didn't look remorseful; he looked calculating, satisfied.
"Why does it bother you so much, my kiss?" Alexander asked, voice low, almost too steady.
Adrian swallowed hard. "It doesn't."
"Lie again." Alexander's tone was sharp silk.
