Clarissa
My whole body shuddered as his hand trailed up my spine to the zipper of my dress. I didn't even get the chance to protest before he was unzipping the fabric. The dress loosened, and I was scared it was going to fall, leaving me in nothing but a pair of panties.
I pulled away from Saint's chest to peer into his eyes. There was a licentious darkness looming in his ocean gaze. I was almost just as scared as I was lustful.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
I was forced into a place that wanted me to ponder on those words. Did I trust Santiago Rossi? Obviously, I wouldn't be standing in front of him if I didn't. The only reason I helped him was that I trusted him enough to help me find my mother.
Even though he was the last person in the world anyone should trust, I repeatedly le
