"Y-You…."
Serena's hands clutched at Devon's chest tighter, her fingers digging deep into his sweat-slicked skin, nails leaving little red marks as her eyes widened in pure shock.
She couldn't wrap her head around it—how her words, all that anger and hate spilling out like poison from a wound that had been festering for so long, had led to this exact moment.
His lips on hers, firm and demanding, like he was taking what he wanted without a single care for the mess he'd made, without even blinking at the pain he'd caused her and everyone around them.
