Blayne’s fingers wrapped around her throat, pinning her against the wall.
It was a show of dominance, a silent warning—yet thick with something unmistakably intimate.
His body leaned in, closing the distance.
Terri struggled to breathe, the weightless sensation sending a wave of panic through her. Without meaning to, she wrapped her legs around Blayne’s waist for support.
“You are my woman, Terri. Even if I don’t want you, you don’t get to go looking for someone else.”
Blayne looked down at Terri with a threatening gaze, towering over her.
Because of her movements, it now felt like he was holding her soft, delicate body in his arms.
With such a fragrant, tender warmth so close, Blayne suddenly realized his body was reacting on its own.
His grip tensed for a moment. Terri, feeling the discomfort, took the chance to turn her head and pry his hand away.
As her warmth left him, Blayne was momentarily, instinctively reluctant to let go.
But this wasn’t concern nor was it love. The possessiveness in his words was nothing more than a matter of pride and control.
She didn’t know if he had come to confront her because of some baseless rumors or if Valerie had told him something.