Just as Julian Sterling had anticipated, escape was nothing more than a fleeting illusion. The moment he fell into Ethan Caldwell's grasp, the air seemed to thicken with a palpable tension. Julian's gaze fell upon the man's hands. They were clenched so tightly that the green veins beneath the skin throbbed visibly, betraying the immense, terrifying self-restraint Ethan was currently exercising.
Julian swallowed hard, his throat dry despite the overwhelming heat rising within him. For a moment, he was forced to ignore the buzzing intruder that was still ruthlessly churning deep inside his body, wreaking havoc on his senses. Trembling like a leaf in a gale, he tried the only tactic he had left—surrender.
"Husband..." He whispered, the word fragile and breathless.
Ethan's eyes darkened, a storm brewing within their depths: "So, you know how to act spoiled now? Where was this attitude moments ago when you were so bold, so daring?"
