Chapter 179 The Risk She Craves
- My blood froze. Rage ripped through me. I snatched her wrist in a death grip—I thought her bones might snap from how hard I gripped it.
- She let out a muffled cry, but I shoved my other hand tighter across her mouth, pressing her back against the wall so hard the mirror rattled.
- “Stay. The fuck. Still,” I hissed silently, tightening my hand over her mouth.