Braelyn's POV
My heart slammed against my ribs. "And when I catch you. I will make you cry." That wasn't a threat but a promise.
I didn't register the danger in his words yet. The smile fell from his face, and a dark look appeared that sent chills. He wasn't joking
He straightened just enough to reach between us and unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. The metallic clink echoed in the quiet night. Leather slid free. He wrapped it loosely around his hand like a promise.
"Or," he continued, eyes never leaving mine, "I will have to punish you right here," he said, the cold mental roam over my skin. Chill ran over my bare skin between my thighs. His words turned husky. "You are not wet enough to handle the punishment, you'd better run Viper. "
The words landed like gasoline on fire.
