Jade’s POV
His hand gently caressed my lips, bending them to reveal my white set of teeth.
I felt so wet beneath me, I could barely think of what to say or do next.
His hand curled around my waist, pulling me to himself while a gasp left my lips.
I wanted to speak, but words failed me. I couldn't. My heart continued to race faster than usual, and fatigue enveloped me wholly.
“Marcus, stop,”
“I cannot,”
“Marcus,”
“Don't you get it?” He scoffed, his breath fanning my neck. His hand was still grabbing my waist, making me weaker and wetter.
Fear gripped me, my stamina almost failing. His cologne filled my nose, driving me crazy just like the night I was drugged.
This was the man I had fantasized about—the one who had saved me that day.
Even though I have a lot to research,
