RUBY
We're divorced and he has no idea.
Troy's eyes glowed with something I now recognized. Want and need all fused as one. Before my brain could register what was going on, I smelled him, his lips planting on my own. This was literally seconds after mind linking Austin about our plans to leave.
My heartbeat hammered so hard in my chest, I felt it in my throat. Did he know something? Wait, if he did, he wouldn't be kissing me, would he?
Except he was trying to butter me up.
With my mind racing, his lips moved against mine. I pushed against his chest, wanting out of his grip.
But like the wall he was, he didn't budge. Not when I tried to kick him, or gouge those fucking eyes out.
He only grabbed my hands not parting his lips from mine, forced my hands behind me and wrapped his around the back of my neck to kiss me like he wanted.
Ravaging. Punishing.
