CHAPTER NINETEEN
ELIZABETH
“Excuse me?” Connor moves and grabs my wrist before I can stand. “You’re not goin’ anywhere.”
By his tone, he sounds pissed, which almost has me chuckling. Instead, I ignore him and pull my arm from his grip. As I pretend to search for my clothes, Connor rounds the bed and lifts me over his shoulder, then throws me back on the bed. Laughter escapes me as he towers over me, pinning my arms above my head.
“You think this is funny?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” I smirk, trying to wiggle free even though it’s no use. He’s ten times stronger than me. “That’s payback!”
His brows furrow, and the realization that I was setting him up sinks in.
“For your no screaming rule,” I clarify. “That was mean.”
His face softens as the corner of his lips tilts up in an evil
