Matthias, calm as ever, kept closing the distance between them. Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, crawling forward until he hovered over Greta's body. That faint smile of his, sharp, dangerous, made him look far more menacing than Greta had imagined. It was the kind of smile that said he'd already predicted every possible reaction she might throw at him.
"I'm not the kind of man who misses the spark in a woman's eyes," he murmured, voice steady, dripping with confidence. "And you're smart enough to know it." His hand clamped around Greta's jaw as he spoke.
Greta straightened her shoulders. Instinct screamed at her to stay alert, to keep her mind clear. She knew men like him, men who mistook silence for consent, composure for surrender. But when Matthias leaned in closer, her body betrayed her faster than she wanted.
