"Answer me!" Roman almost growled against the curve of her neck just below her earlobe, moving in closer as his brows furrowed in anger.
Poppy's breath hitched as his body rested against her and his lips linger just lightly on her skin. Closing her eyes, she tried to regain a proper thought process. She should have been terrified in this moment, but her hormones were raging out of control. All she could imagine was Roman shoving her against the wall and having his way with her.
Thinking about Luke, she knew now that there was no way she could pull off being Luke's fiancée. She would spend to much time thinking about his rival, and end up dead for even thinking about him during the most inappropriate times. She could just image being in bed with Luke and slipping up and screaming out Roman's name.
"I asked you a damn question, woman. You don't really want to piss me off right now."
