DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

eyeing me like a predator.
I was the prey, the willing captive.
Maddox pressed against my back, crowding into my
space and pushing me closer into the mirror until the tip of
my breasts were brushing against the coldness of it.
A silent gasp spilled from my lips, and his fingers
skimmed over my bare back.
He inhaled and exhaled a shuddering breath.
If I died tonight, it’d be a sweet death.
We continued to watch each other through the mirror,
our reflection staring back at us.
Not blinking.
Not breathing.
Maddox then slowly zipped me up, before his hands
dropped to my hips, and he held me tight. Oh God, my
heart catapulted in my chest.
“If he hurts you, I’m going to kill him,” he growled low
in my ear. His words were thick with threat.
My teeth grazed my lips, and I bit down, waiting for him
to stop me from leaving, to take back his foolish dare. His
grip tightened on my hips.
Stop me. Take back your dare.
Thud, my heart hammered in my chest. Goddamn it,
Maddox!
Beyond frustrated and angered by his lack of words, my
control snapped, and I swiveled around. Maddox didn’t see
it coming, and he stumbled back as I pushed him into the
wall next to the mirror. He let out a grunt, and his eyes
darkened in warning.
Dizzied by our close proximity, I swallowed past the
lump in my throat. I cupped his jaw and pressed my body
against his.
He didn’t pull away, didn’t breathe, didn’t say a word. A
line had been crossed, and we both knew it.
My mouth was so dry, I could barely speak the words:
“It’s my turn, isn’t it?”