Chapter 103: We Can't Keep Doing This

The silence after our fight didn’t last. It couldn’t. The air between us was combustible, every breath another spark. I was still trembling, still hearing the echo of my own slap against his face, still reeling from the venom in his voice when everything inside me snapped. Not in fear. Not in flight. But in raw hunger. I hated him. I wanted him. I wanted him like oxygen, like the only thing that could stop me from drowning. Or combustion. Or going insane. Roman must’ve seen it in my eyes, because the moment I took one step toward him, he was on me. Literally. His mouth crushed mine, savage and rough, all raw passion and heat. There was nothing sweet, nothing tender — just raw possession, just anger twisted into lust. My body arched into his before I could stop it, fingers clawing at his shirt, ripping buttons loose like they were shackles I needed gone. “Fuck,” I gasped against his lips, because that was all I could manage before he spun me, caging me against the floor-to-ceiling glass