Milla Will POV
As soon as he uttered a single word, my body froze.
"That's how I like my lady to behave. Don't you dare try to escape my grasp, or else I don't know what I'll do to you. I'm already furious, and you wouldn't want to make it worse for yourself," Austin warned, gripping my golden hair tightly and tangling his fingers in the locks.
My breath hitched, struggling to breathe with his hand in my hair. I remember that whenever he did this, it never ended well for me.
In my past experiences, this action was a clear indication that things were about to take a turn for the worse. And truth be told, they always did.
Maybe he loved my hair so much that he used it as a means to convey his warnings. Or maybe he simply despised it.
Whatever the reason, it was ridiculously insane.
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