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I dragged her to the empty corridor, away from everyone
and their prying eyes, pushing her back into the wall. I
pressed against her body, caging her in.
“What is wrong with you? Maddox,” she whisper-yelled.
“Maddox!”
Her tiny fists thumped against my chest, her face red
and her eyes darkening in anger.
“What were you doing, Lila?” I asked, deceptively quiet.
Her lips curled in a smile, although there was nothing
warm about it. “Dancing. Like you were. Do you have a
problem with that?”
She loved pushing my buttons.
“Careful,” I warned.
Her eyes flared at the challenge. “Or what?”
My thumb rubbed over the vein in her throat, feeling it
throb under my touch. “You won’t like what I do to you,
Baby.”
“You don’t scare me, Coulter.”
“I know,” I said. “But I should.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“But I will hurt him.”
Her smile dropped. “Maddox–”
I leaned forward, bringing our faces closer. She caught
her lip between her teeth, her eyes flashing with
uncertainty now. “Scared for lover boy, your Frenchman?” I
taunted.
Her hands landed on my chest, as if to pacify me. “It was
just a dance, Maddox. You can’t fight him because I danced
with him!”
With a humorless smirk, I trailed my finger down the
column of her throat and along the length of her
collarbone. Her breathing pattern changed, a sharp
inhale… a shuddering exhale.
“Why did you dare me to dance with her?” I asked softly,
but the threat in my voice couldn’t be mistaken.
“Because…” Lila whispered.