Freddy's POV

I caught her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look at me.

"Don’t what?" I growled. "Don’t remind you who you belong to?"

She glared at me, but it wasn’t real hatred burning in her eyes—it was fear of surrender.

She wanted to fight me.

But she wanted me more.

"Let me go," she whispered, but there was no real demand in her voice.

I smirked.

"Liar."

Then, I crushed my lips to hers.

She gasped into my mouth, her body stiffening for a second—

And then, she broke.

Her fingers curled into my shirt, fisting the fabric, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away.

I...