Chapter 89

Elena almost took a step back from the sheer shock of the sound that followed the contact, her breath caught in her throat at the stinging sensation she felt on her own palm.

She gazed down at it for a second before snapping her attention to Simon, who was already staring at her as if he had expected it from the beginning.

But what else was she supposed to do? The bastard had kidnapped her, for God’s sake. She wasn’t supposed to thank him, that’s for sure.

“You bastard!” She punched him in the chest, that hard, unyielding chest that did nothing but take the beating. “Do you even know what you did? How could you do this to me? And in such a fucking shitty way too! God! What were you thinking?” she yelled. “Were you even thinking?”

And then he was suddenly all over her. She didn’t see it coming when he moved closer and pinned her against the wall with his body.

“Stop,” he gritted.

The sharpness of that one word made her snap her head up and look him in the eyes, so close she could see hi