Scarlett's POV
Before I could even find my voice to protest, Leon's mouth crashed against mine, silencing me before I could force out a single word.
It was a brutal, starving kiss, full of possessive rage, like he was trying to take something from me by force.
I fought him, twisting my head and finally sinking my teeth into his lower lip until I tasted his blood.
But he didn't pull away. Instead, a dark, guttural growl vibrated deep in his chest, and the iron grip on my wrists tightened. My bite only seemed to fuel his desire. He became even more aggressive, his body pinning me so hard against the bookshelf that I could feel every hard muscle he possessed.
