Page 33 of Possessed By the Mountain Man
@aspenfordestruction:I will sell my soul to see them hate-kiss
@unsafewithwolves:Thorne blink twice if ur into choking
I step away from him again, breathe in, smile at the camera. “While the votes come in, let’s take a quick break! Don’t go anywhere—we’ll be right back.”
I hit END LIVE before anything else explodes.
The silence that follows should feel like relief.
It doesn’t.
It feels dangerous.
My pulse hammers, loud enough I’m pretty sure he hears it. I can feel him behind me before I turn. Heavy stare. Heavy heat. Heavy man.
I brace myself and face him.
He isn’t smiling anymore.
“You done?” he asks quietly.
“That depends,” I counter. “You planning to admit you had fun?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“Careful.”
“Of what?” I lift my chin. “You?”
His eyes narrow. “You really think I’m the dangerous one here?”
“I know you are.”
“And yet,” he steps closer, “you keep pushing.”
“Only because you keep pushing back.”
His mouth curves—not a smile, something darker. “You like it.”
My skin prickles. “No.”
“You like when I chase you.”
“I like when you lose.”
“Never going to happen.”
“Already did.” I gesture toward where his shirt lies abandoned over a chair. “You showed up half-naked on a livestream. You lost before we started.”
He stalks even closer, invading my space like it’s his right. “Is that how you see it?”
“That’s how it is.”
“You think taking my shirt off was surrender?”
“Looked like a cry for help.”
