![]() ![]() He shrugs his shoulders slowly, a hard expression on his handsome face. There’s a look in his eyes that makes me want to take the question back, but he doesn’t answer me. ![]() Doesn’t necessarily mean you have to believe it.” His tone is even, but it sets off alarm bells anyway. We’re still technically gettin’ to know each other, so… I mean, I had to ask.” You know how scary it is to trust you, Carter. Maybe I should feel relieved, but it’s hard to manufacture the sensation of relief when confronted with an angry Carter Mahoney. “Did I rape her?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow.ĭisdain drips from his tone as he answers, “No.” Grabbing my wrists, he roughly pins them to the wall over my head. He’s evading the question, and that’s terrifying. My nerve endings come alive when he presses his lips there, but I push him away. I shiver at the sensation of his warm breath against the sensitive skin. Instead, he buries his face in the curve of my neck. He closes the distance, leaning in and bending his head like he’s going to kiss me. To punish me for asking such an ugly question. I stiffen, knowing he’s trying to intimidate me. ![]() He moves closer and plants his arms on the wall on either of me to frame me in. “Did I hurt her?” he repeats calmly, slowly, like he’s savoring the anger that question stokes inside. ![]()
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