The next moment, he flicked the door lock with his fingers and approached her step by step.
Clara was so terrified by his piercing gaze that she backed away, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Whenever Jack wore this expression, it meant she was in for it.
Suddenly, a hand reached out, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her against his chest. Every movement seemed to crush her into his body.
She was wearing a thin textile shirt, and with a light hook of his ice-cold fingers against her skin, it instantly slid off.
Jack's strength was overwhelming; she had no way to resist.
Underneath, she wore a white gauze dress with a tie-back design. His hand slid over, tugged, and the ribbon scattered, revealing a large expanse of porcelain white.
Clara bit her lip, her voice catching i
