Chapter 10

Shantelle’s POV

“Roman…”

His eyes were dark enough to emanate one of my nightmares. I didn’t have them anymore, and I didn’t want to jeer my thoughts toward any of that.

Roman’s eyes fell to my mouth. He braced his hands on the car on either side of me and leaned in. I was so sure he was going to kiss me. I shook with the anticipation of it, but instead of meeting my lips, he placed a single kiss on my neck.

“You can’t be done with me, Shantelle.” The words were malicious yet somehow as soft and desperate as sex in a war-torn field. He pressed his lips to my ear.

I didn’t mean what I said to him earlier. I just wanted to see what he was going to do when I told him what was on my mind.

He was pissing me off, and I wanted to get back to him in the same vein. I knew that the words I said to him were the only way to rile him up.

I made him angry with what I said, and I got what I wanted in return.

He wasn’t done with me.

I bro