The slam of her back against the wall still echoed in her ears. His hand clamped over her wrist, pinning it above her head, leaving her utterly trapped.

Montez’s mouth crashed down on hers again, nothing gentle, nothing sweet but only raw hunger and command.

Amira’s eyes flew wide, panic slicing through the haze of exhaustion. Her free hand balled into a fist and pounded weakly at his chest. She kicked against his shins, bit at his lip, and mumbled muffled ...