Simione's lips exploring inside Hawk Monsanto's mouth was ravenous. She was like a deadly tiger—biting, licking, pressing as if she was making a mark that he was her prey and that no one, that even his very own fiancée can't overtake her game.
Hawk knew very well she was punishing him but in that moment, although he had no protest against her cruel advances, he really wanted to confirm if she was real and not just some sort of imagination that his mind played for him, a cover up for all the frustrations he had about her. Last night was already suspicious and now, even when she showed very real to his eyes, he wanted to see if his eyes weren't betraying him. With that, he slightly pushed Simione away, held her shoulder under his control and forcefully departed his lips from her. He then looked down at her beautiful face and what instantly welcomed him was the anger in her honey-colored eyes.
