Mira Ashford POV
His voice dropped to a snake like hiss. I felt his hot breath hit my face as he growled, "Didn’t I tell you to shut up? Do you want me to kill you, you filthy thing?"
I could not stand the feel of his huge hand crushing my waist. I screamed in bitterness, disgust rising in my throat.
"You are the filthy one, you twisted freak. Take your hand off my waist. You are hurting me. I feel sick being this close to you. Damn you."
"What did you just say?" Magnus Thorn said it as his eyes turned into two pits of pure darkness.
I did not realize I had exploded until I saw him staring at me with those dark eyes. His hand tightened on my waist, his fingers stamped into my skin like iron seals. His gaze studied my body, tearing at my flesh with his eyes, then settled on my chest.
