"I don't have to answer that," Viviana shot back.
Nikolas palmed her breast, so perky under his palm, not once breaking eye contact with her. "Tell me. There's no use pretending. Tell me why you came up here. Weren't you mad at me? Didn't you hate me?"
"I do—" She had thrown her head back, biting down on her lip. "—I am mad. That's not changing."
"Then why did you come? I want to hear you say it to me, Viviana."
"Why?"
"Because I want to hear it."
She met his gaze, hazel eyes with hunger.
"I wanted to see you," she told him.
He cocked a brow. "That's all?"
She swallowed letting out puffs of breaths. "I wanted you,"
Something too fast for her to register, flashed in his eyes and he pulled her up by the arm. "Get on your knees and turn around."
Panic settled in her gaze. He saw it, clear as day. "I… Wait, no. We-we can just stay like this."
"Trust me and turn around, Viviana."
But she shook her head. "No. Nikolas, you don't understand. I, my back is—"
