“So I will say it again,” he hissed, leaning in intimately close until you felt his warm breath fanning across your lips. His eyes were fixed on yours, and you were sure you could almost feel the heat of them as he loomed over you. His tone was rough and gravelly with exertion, and he was barely able to keep you in place as you bucked and struggled against him.

“I am done playing games, pequeña araña. Stay. Right. Here.”