Her back hit the cold wall as Mykel caged her in, his breath hot against her skin.
"You love testing me, don't you?" he murmured, fingers tracing the curve of her waist.
Rina smirked. "And you love losing control."
With a growl, his lips crashed onto hers, claiming, demanding-his hands roaming, his body pressing until there was no space left between them.
"You don't own me, Mykel," she whispered, breathless.
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