You could feel a warm blush creeping up your face as your resolve began to crumble, the material of his gloved thumb swiping down your swollen bottom lip, before releasing it.

The sight of your lip bouncing back against your teeth evoked a low groan from the depths of his chest.

His voice was low and strained as his masked face loomed over yours, pupils dilated and expanded, his dark gaze locked with yours.

“D’you know how f*ckin’ pretty you are, recruit?”