#Chapter 27 – Night Alone

Christian clutches the edge of his sink so hard that his fingers ache. God damn it – that fucking woman. He was so close, so close to losing control a few moments ago when she’d bent his head back like that, brought her mouth so close that he could feel her breath on his lips. A groan slips from Christian’s mouth as he turns his head to the side, clenching his teeth. Because he absolutely cannot let that happen – he can’t let anyone have that level of control over him. And especially not Iris – not the only person on earth that he’d die to defend. No – she can’t have that level of control over his body too. It’s too much – too dangerous. He works hard to steady his breathing, forcing himself to do math problems in his head to stifle the memory of her running her hands through his hair, of the way her ass felt pressed against his – “Christian?” There’s a soft knock at the door, accompanying her voice. Christian turns towards it, but he doesn’t say a word. “Christian,” Iris says