King ~ Shantel Davis
“Like you could,” I taunted “
He reached up, gripped my neck, applying enough pressure to spike my adrenaline. I liked it. I raised my head, daring him to squeeze harder.
“I can. And I very well might.”
He drew his bottom lip into his mouth.
“Keep playing, little sister, and I will give you the nine inches of heartache you keep begging for.” It was a warning I would later wish I would have taken heed of. He used his thumb to trace my lips once, then his hand dropped to his side.