Lena’s POV

Adam’s fingers skimmed slowly up my arm before I could even process what was happening. A shiver shot up my spine, not from pleasure or anything relating to that, but from the shock of him daring to touch me after everything he had done.

He lifted my hand slowly, almost reverently, brushing his wet lips across my knuckles, then he made his way up my hand, planting kisses that made my stomach lurch aggressively with disgust.

“Hod, Lena…” he whispered against my skin, his ...