“I see you,” he says, and his hand comes up, fingers brushing my cheek, tracing the ridges of my scar tissue.I want to jerk away, but my body betrays me, leaning into the heat of his touch.“Not the accident.Not your scars.I see you.And I’m never letting you go.”
A sob cracks in my throat.God knows, I want to believe him.I want to sink into that promise, to let him carry the weight I’ve been dragging for the past year.But I can’t.I shouldn’t.
Because he isn’t right.Because something else is inside him.
“I saw it,” I whisper, tears spilling hot down my face.“I saw ...whatever else is inside you.In your eyes.”
For a moment, something flickers in his expression.A shadow.A smile that isn’t his.
And then, his lips curl.“Maybe I needed help.Someone to push me toward what I should’ve done years ago.”
My stomach knots.“What are you talking about?”
“You,” he growls, leaning in, pressing closer until his body cages mine against the wall.His breath is hot against my ear.“I’ve always wanted you.Always.And now I’m done waiting.”
My knees tremble.Fear coils tight in my gut, but underneath it, traitorous and hot, is need.The lust I buried a long time ago, after the accident, when I told myself no one could ever look at me the same way again.
But Griffin looks at me like I’m his salvation and his damnation all at once.And it terrifies me because I want it to be true.I want to matter.To him.
“Griffin...”My voice breaks on his name.“Please...”
He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me.His eyes blaze, unnatural fire flickering in the suddenly green orbs.“Don’t beg me to stop.You don’t want me to, and we both know it.”
I should scream.I should fight.I should shove him away and run until my lungs give out.But I don’t.Because deep down, in the darkest corner of myself, I know he’s right.
And that’s the scariest part of all.
Chapter Seven
I Want To Own You
Griffin
Her lips are trembling under my finger.Soft.Fragile.Mine.
Every instinct I’ve smothered for years is clawing to the surface.I’ve kept my distance, told myself watching was enough, told myself I was protecting her.But that was a lie.