Chapter Fifty-One

Rayne

Max and I make eye contact.

The pressure building in my core disappears when I stop grinding the pillow. I’m so shocked that he’s here that I don’t have time to feel embarrassed that he caught me touching myself. I have completely forgotten that he can feel everything I do through the bond.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

There is a part of me that is apologetic yet the other part—the one that only presented itself after he humiliated me the other night—is smiling. Maybe he senses it. Maybe he doesn’t. Either way, he says nothing about it. He doesn’t say anything.

He nears the bed slowly. His eyes never leave my face. It’s only when he gets nearer to me that I notice how there is fire in his eyes. I stay exactly where I am, positioned on top of the pillow, as he nears my bed. It all happens quickly. He stands over me and stares down at me with an expression that terrifies yet thrills me simultaneously. Then, he grabs my chin and runs his thumb over my lips.

I part my lip