Michael's POV
"Which part are we talking about here?" I snarled at her. "Seducing my son? Or sliding into my bed and whispering my name like you actually meant it?"
"Nobody sent me anywhere."
"You're still feeding me lies," I hissed, my hands clamping down on her arms. The pressure was probably too much, but I was past caring about her comfort. I needed answers, and I needed them now. "You don't accidentally end up sleeping with a father and son. Someone's pulling your strings. Who is it?"
She twisted against my grip. "I'm being honest with you! Michael, you're causing me pain. Please stop..."
"Not happening until you come clean," I snapped back. "This is me being gentle compared to what comes next if you keep playing games."
My grip tightened on her skin. I pushed aside any remaining shreds of decency. The reasonable Michael was gone. The truth was coming out whether she liked it or not.
