Jade swallowed, his pulse fluttering under that rough touch. "You know it does."
Vincent's smirk was razor-edged. "Good."
He leaned in, his breath hot against Jade's lips, heavy with the scent of tobacco and something darker.
"I'd still fuck you senseless, though."
His free hand slid down Jade's side, slow and possessive, his fingers curling harshly into the Omega's hip—like he wanted to leave a mark. Something that wouldn't fade.
"Just because I can," he murmured, voice tight with something darker. "Just because you always let me."
Then his eyes narrowed, a venomous glint flashing through them as he added, low and bitter, "Just like Ryley… and those bastards."
Jade flinched as he pulled away, quiet at first, then rose and walked toward the cracked mirror hanging crookedly on the wall.
The reflection that greeted him—bruises blooming like fingerprints across his throat—only deepened his scowl.
