Kane’s hand came up and rested lightly around my throat.

“Feel that?” he asked, voice low. “That’s the only pulse that matters right now. Yours. As long as it keeps beating the way I tell it to, you get to keep it.”

His other hand slid down, found the hem of my tank top, and pushed it up slowly, exposing the soft skin of my stomach to the cool air of the room. Riot’s fingers followed the path from behind, spreading warm and rough across my bare waist. I sucked in a sharp breath. The sound was embarrassingly loud.

Silas stepped closer. He reached out and took my chin between...