Ranvijay’s answer to her furious demand was immediate and consuming. The cold mask of the Commander shattered, replaced by the predator she had dared to challenge. He didn't waste time on negotiations; he hauled her against him, crushing her mouth with a desperate ferocity that was all the response Adhya had craved.

The kiss was a violent collision, demanding every breath she owned. His hands were immediately under her skirt, yanking the delicate fabric upward with brutal impatience.