POV: Kesley

His eyes remained on mine, his grip on my wrists loosened by a fraction.

"All of you or nothing," he repeated, the words ground out through clenched teeth. Sweat traced a path down his temple, disappearing beneath the edge of his white leather mask.

"You walk away right now, or you're mine. No in-between, Kesley."

The car hummed beneath us, Luther and the driver silent statues in the front seats. I could feel the weight of their attention even though neither turned around. My fingers were still pressed against the rigid line straining his trousers.

"I'm not walking away," I whispered. His eyes, dark and searching, held mine,...