He starts touching me inappropriately as I flinch away from him.
“What's the matter, sweetheart? Don’t like me touching you? I’ll bet your precious Aiden doesn’t let anyone get near you… but he’s not here to stop me now, is he?“
Jorge's eyes roam over my body,undressing me with his cold gaze.There's nothing loving or gentle—no warmth… only cold curiosity, the same way you'd look at an interesting specimen.
“You think Aiden would like seeing you like this? Tied up and all… vulnerable to anything I want to do to you… what do you think he'd say if he could see you now, hmm?“
Jorge's fingers brush the exposed skin of my chest, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Maybe I should send those photos to him, huh? Show him just how beautiful you look, all tied up and at my mercy… I wonder if his an
