"I'm Fucked." I muttered under my breath.
"Yes. You'll be," Cassandra purred, her eyes darkening with an unholy, triumphant glint as she leaned down until her cold breath brushed against my lips.
"Just wait until we get into a room."
Before a single word of protest could force its way past my throat, she captured my lips.
The kiss wasn't gentle. It was an absolute, suffocating takeover.
Her lips were shockingly cold at first, like pressing against frozen velvet, before a searing, possessive heat bled through them.
She didn't give me room to breathe, let alone push her back. Her fingers tangled tightly into the hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head back at an agonizing angle to deepen the angle, sealing her mouth over mine with an unyielding intensity.
My mind went completely blank.
