For Me,There Is Only You |18+|
Warning: This book contains mature content.
"Your scent is driving me crazy, mate. You're so ready for me," he said darkly, inhaling deeply, intoxicated by the air around us.
I knew exactly what he was thinking, and it terrified me to the core.
Yes, I was scared.
Yes, he was stronger than me.
But I would not let him touch me. I would not surrender. His touches had an unsettling effect on my body. It responded to him, but it didn't mean I wanted it, wanted him.
I will not go down without a fight!
While he was busy looking at my breasts, I glanced towards the door. It hung loosely on its hinges, half-open.
He almost ripped it. It was proof of how powerful he truly was.
He could kill me in a blink.
But if I ran at full speed, I might make it to the front door. I needed to get out of here.
With that determination, I sprinted towards the door. Before I could step outside, his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his hard chest.
"We have to do something about your running habit, mate," he whispered in my ear. I thrashed around, trying to free myself from his hold, but he chuckled darkly, finding my struggle amusing.
He threw me onto the bed, and I struggled to get up, but my torn dress tangled with my legs, hindering my movements. His loud laughter echoed in the room, and I glared at him, fear still gnawing at my heart.
Everything was a twisted game to him.
He stopped laughing, but a sinister grin remained on his lips. "I can't wait to see you writhing under me like that."
