Phoebe's POV
My breath hitched, caught between shock from his kiss and rage simmering in my chest. 'This bastard just fought dirty,' I fumed internally.
I hissed through clenched teeth, shooting daggers at Harold with my glare. If my hands weren't bound and my legs weren't trapped beneath him, I'd have flipped him over and shown him exactly what I thought of his tactics. Instead, all my fury crystallized into one sharp retort.
"Shameless, aren't you?"
Harold's grin widened with pure satisfaction. "I'm kissing the woman I love. Why the hell should I be ashamed?"
His cocky attitude almost made me burst out laughing from sheer frustration. I wasn't about to waste energy arguing with him. "Let me up. I'm out of here."
