Defiance was etched into my very bones, and even now, with the knife"s handle pressed against me, I refused to be tamed. I refused to let the fire within me be extinguished by the cold steel of his control.
"Mmm, little fox," he purred, the sound of his voice a dangerous melody that resonated with both threat and seduction. The timbre of his words sent an involuntary shudder down my spine, a physical acknowledgment of the peril and allure that he embodied. His gaze was a tangible weight upon me, dissecting my every reaction with a predator"s keen interest. I felt the heat of my own emotions churning—a maelstrom of fear, anger, and against all reason, a flicker of desire that I despised myself for feeling.
My attire, chosen for practicality and ease of movement, suddenly felt like a secon
