Chapter 152: Sarkon Tries Another Suggestion of Sanders

No. A promise was a promise. Her fingers splayed out across his chest, and she gave a hard push. His lips tore from her jaw with a smacking sound. He backed away a few steps, his breathing labored as if he had just run a twenty-kilometer marathon. His blue gaze was still on her, dark and mad, and wanting her more than ever. A huge lump formed in her throat. She swallowed to force it down and realized she too was breathing hard and aching with need. "Don't you dare touch me like that again!" Her emerald eyes glared fiercely as her sweet voice sounded low, raspy, and unfamiliar. Without taking his eyes off her, the beast straightened to a magnificent height and stared at the red-haired beauty standing before him. "You will not talk to Claude or Paris. Not when you are engaged to me. Do I make myself clear, Maria?" Maria caught the outline of those muscles of that strong chest peeking from the large, deep V of the collar of his shirt and swallowed