Chapter 464: Break Me
The sun filtered through the canopy like it didn’t know this wasn’t paradise. The massive leaves from prehistoric plants providing us with enough privacy that I didn’t have to worry about anyone intruding.
The sound of birds echoed from somewhere in the jungle, but it sounded distant—muted. The only thing that felt real was the heat of Tank’s body pressed against mine, the way his breath came in short, tight exhales near my temple, and the low growl vibrating from his chest as his hands curled around my waist.
Spinning me around, he slipped away from the moat and into the jungle. My mug clattered to the mossy ground, spilling sweetened coffee into the dirt as I was kidnapped away, but I didn’t even care.
"And just what do you have planned for me?" I murmured, but my voice was already breathless. "Taking me into the jungle like this, someone might think you have bad intentions."
"You shouldn’t look at me like that unless you’re ready for what comes next," Tank said, low and rough, like thunder wrapped in gravel. "And when it comes to you, even my best intentions turn out bad."
I barely had time to register the warning before he moved.
In a blur, I was off the ground and slammed against the thick trunk of a jungle tree, bark pressing into my spine. Tank’s massive frame caged me in, one hand fisted in the fabric of Dante’s shirt, dragging it upward until my thighs were bare. The other was braced beside my head, holding back the full weight of his body with trembling restraint.
"You always run the show," he growled. "You always have the last word. But not now. Not here."
His mouth crashed against mine, unforgiving and hot. He didn’t ask for permission; he didn’t take it slow like the others had...
And I loved it.
I gasped, and he took it—devoured it—his tongue sliding past my lips like he’d claimed the right long ago and was just collecting on the debt. His teeth scraped my bottom lip, not enough to draw blood but enough to make me shiver.