Chapter 74

Their eyes met, and Megan's heart skipped a beat. The next moment, his long legs closed in on her slender waist, pressing her down against his rock-hard chest. "Trying to run again?" His phoenix eyes burned with desire. Megan raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a mocking smile. "What can you possibly do?" Barely were the words out of her mouth when a quiet click sounded—his wrist cuffs just popped open. Before she could react, warm hands slipped around her waist. In one swift move, everything flipped. Now, with Tristan on top of her, Megan hooked a small foot behind his waist, lifting her chin defiantly. "So, what can you do to me? I'm probably asking for it, huh?" Tristan leaned in, breath warm at her neck, voice low and husky. "Not asking for a beating... More like begging for something else." Then his lips crashed onto hers, and his hand guided hers lower. He bit her jaw playfully, whispering through gritted teeth, "This is what you get for playing with fire." Megan groaned, "Okay,