Chapter Forty-Two
Carefully, he rolls us so he’s on top of me, using his entire body to hold me down. “You know, if I knew you’d eventually just walk into my room, I’d have cleaned up.”
He looks at my hands, noticing I’m clutching something. He takes the perfume bottle from my hand and sniffs it. He gives it a curious look. “Is this how you’ve been hiding your scent, my dear?” He throws it across the room, shattering it on the ground. Not good. Not good. “I guess you won’t be using it anymore. You’re never leaving this room until you tell me where your mark is.”
Greyson’s hand travels up my bare arm, landing on my collarbone, as I try to control my terrified breathing. “It’s interesting. I can’t smell you, yet I’m still attracted to you.” His smile sends shivers up my spine. “Now do you want to tell me why you’re giving me this enormous pleasure?”