Eleven

Fear thrummed in Olivia's ears.

Now it was time to pay for her sharp pointed tongue. This time, he would not spare her and she would not blame him. After all, he had warned her about her insolence and impertinence over and over and she had refused to listen. She whimpered.

Titan noticed the whimpering as he drew her close to him. Undeniable sexual chemistry simmered in the air between them. Titan imagined inflicting physical hurt on her but quickly caught himself. A lifetime of training and battles had coalesced into a mastery of control and he would be damned if his mate was going to make him lose all that due to her stupid immature mouth.

In the tension-filled seconds between them, he had watched fear cloud her eyes and immediately resented her for thinking or believing that he would harm her. He released her and turned around, storming out of the dining room.

Olivia collapsed back on her chair nauseous with relief. He had not harmed her. He had not harmed her! She kept her hands