Chapter 8

The man’s eyes darkened, his brows slightly furrowed, clearly displeased with what I’d said.

I turned to walk away, but before I could, his hand shot out, locking around my waist.

In an instant, he hoisted me over his shoulder.

No matter how much I struggled, he didn’t budge.

I pounded on his back, furious. “Pierce, put me down! Your fiancée is waiting for you at home!”

Ignoring me, Pierce carried me to the car, pinning me against the cold window.

I shivered as the icy glass touched my skin.

“Pierce, we’re done. I don’t need you anymore!”

He leaned in, his hot breath grazing my ear.

My eyes widened, my breathing quickened, and I instinctively turned away from his gaze.

“What if I insist?”

His husky voice resonated in my ears, matching the rapid beat of my heart.

His fingers slid along my waist, sending an electric jolt through me, igniting a tension I couldn’t ignore. The space inside the car felt tight, the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the air.

He pressed his body against