—Natasha's POV—
“Answer my question first,” he demanded again. “Why were you enjoying his touch?”
“Because he treats me nicely, unlike you and Daniel.” I don't know what to say, so I just made up an excuse. He stared at my nake body. When I didn't get the answer I stepped aside to open the door, but his hand suddenly reached out for me and pulled me into the shower. His body covered mine tightly and pressed me against him.
A strong scent invaded my nostrils. I struggled and pushed his chest hard, but he didn't budge even an inch. I felt helpless and useless. I was scared of what he'll do to me.
“What the f**k are you trying to do, Zane? Let me go,” I tried to shout, but he didn't loosen his hold at all. “Let me go, you bastard.” He just laughed hysterically.
“So he treats you nicel
