“Of course this is a game,” she said, a sneer in her voice. “It’s called outwit the big, dumb criminal.” Her breath was coming in rushing bursts, he could hear it despite the noise of the traffic coming from the street. “Am I winning yet?”
“No.” He stepped closer, forcing her harder against the wall with his body, physically intimidating her. “You don’t get to win. You don’t get to do anything but shut the fuck up and do as you’re told.”
Even now, even when he was looming over her and his anger had to be scaring her, she had that little chin of hers lifted. And there was something other than anger gleaming in her eyes. A spark of … Jesus. Was that excitement?
“Or what?” Violet demanded. “You keep telling me about all this stuff you’re going to do—”
He reached out with his other hand, took her jaw in a hard grip, cutting off the stream of words. “I keep telling you that you should be afraid,” he said, coating each word with ice. “But you don’t listen. Perhaps you’ll listen now.”
Her eyes had gone wide and for some reason her gaze had dropped to his mouth. And unwanted physical awareness began to seep through him. Of how soft her skin felt against his fingers and how red her lips were. How she’d trembled when he’d put a hand to her throat back in the store … She’d wanted him. Except she had no idea what she was asking for.
So? Show her. Scare the shit out of her.
Elijah tightened his grip on her jaw just a little, tilting her head back.
Then he covered her mouth with his.