He towered over her, his broad, muscled frame radiating a raw power that made it feel like the air itself demanded submission.

“You’re not getting away tonight,” he growled, voice low and rough, leaning back just enough to sweep his gaze down her figure slowly, thoroughly. His eyes darkened with an unspoken edge, as though he were measuring her, weighing her resistance.

“I said I don’t want this,” she snapped, her voice steeled with the last ounce of courage she could summon. She ...