Heat {+18}

Cain's voice was sharp, slicing through the air like a blade. "If ever you say I disgust you again, I can't promise that you'll ever use that tongue again." His tone sent shivers down Violet's spine, the threat lingering in the space between them. Before she could even react, he closed the gap, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both possessive and surprisingly tender. His hands brushed against her skin, soft yet deliberate, as though claiming her piece by piece.

Violet's anger simmered beneath the surface, bubbling dangerously close to boiling over. She was furious, beyond livid, but she wasn't a fool. Pushing her luck with Cain was akin to playing with fire—and she knew she'd already been burned too many times. Any thoughts of equality or a normal relationship with him were naive at best and self-destructive at worst. She'd never harbored illusions about him treating her as anything other than his possession.