And she was mine.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, urging her to let me taste her as I gathered her closer to me. Just when I didn’t think she’d kiss me back, her lips moved slightly beneath mine, making me melt against her in a way I’d never done with anyone else before.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss. Her hand came up and smacked me across my cheek so hard it made my ears ring. I stared back at her, shocked, as everything around us went silent.
“You son of a bitch,” she snarled at me before raising her fist to clock me.
I caught it before it hit its mark as she lifted her other hand to smack me on the top of the head repeatedly with the bouquet of wildflowers Vincent made. Petals flew with the ferociousness of her attack.
She tried to kick me, but thankfully, her dress was too snug to lift her leg higher than a small fraction. A snarl left her lips as she fought against me. We were both panting by the time Levin restrained her against his front, her back to him.
She glared at me, her hair now a wild mess. Levin had her arms pinned behind her back.
I stepped close enough to thumb her bottom lip. “You couldn’t behave, could you, wife?”
“Guess your brand of lesson teaching doesn’t work on me,” she seethed, her chest heaving.
I trailed my fingers down her face before running them across the tops of her creamy breasts.
“Good. I like you like this, wasp.” I glanced to Levin. “Let her go.”
He released her immediately.
I leaned in, deciding it might be fun to play a little game with her. “I’m going to turn around and count to ten. I want you to run as far and as fast as you can. I want you to try to escape me. I want you to cry for help. I want you to get dirty as you scramble through the night. Don’t let me catch you because if I do, you’ll never leave again.” I brushed my lips against the shell of her ear, enjoying the way her body trembled for me.
I whispered a final word into her ear, “Run.”