Viktor clenched his jaw.
No.
Not going there.
Not now.
This wasn't lust.
This was revenge.
She owed him.
And he wasn't going to let himself forget that.
Still, the way she had stared at him…
Like she'd seen a ghost.
Like she couldn't decide whether to run or faint.
It had been satisfying.
More satisfying than he expected.
He had made sure to look right at her.
Let his gaze drag across her face.
Her lips.
Her body.
Let her feel it.
Let her remember.
Then he'd walked past her without a word.
Without giving her what she wanted.
Because whatever she expected from him…
He wasn't going to hand it over.
Not easily.
Not at all.
He braced both hands against the shower wall, water running down his arms, and exhaled slowly.
She had scoffed behind him.
He'd heard it.
He smiled faintly, the expression sharp and cruel.
She was pissed.
Good.
Let her be.
They were on an island.
She couldn't disappear.
She couldn't run far.
There was nowhere to hide.
