ARIA
I tried to fight, but he easily pinned my wrists to the cold ground. "Stupid b***h," he snarled, his breath hot and foul against my face. "You shouldn't have made this easy for me."
Ea—easy? Panic clawed up my throat. His words meant one thing alone—he had expected my plan. He knew I’d try to run away.
My chest heaved. s**t! I struggled, but his grip only tightened, his knee pressing against my thigh.
"Alpha Darius won’t even know the goods have been… damaged," he whispered darkly. Then a sick grin curled his lips. "As long as I don't leave marks on your body…”
I thrashed harder, but it was useless. He was too strong. He leaned closer, brushing his oily nose against my neck. I snapped my head to the side in utter disgust.
That was a mistake. Because he suddenly stilled.
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