• Violet •
I have a dilemma going on right now. I want to be pissed off for being manhandled, but on the other hand, I’m also strangely turned on by it. I feel more pissed than turned on, though, because I have no idea what the hell Killer’s problem is.
He hasn’t said much since he threw me on the bed—he’s just been staring at me with that glare of his. Shivers run down my spine because of his dark and dangerous aura. His whole demeanor is a huge turn-on for me. You’d think I’d be smart enough to stay away from a man like him. Hell, from all men, period. But nope—I feel intrigued by him.
“Are you going to actually say something, or are you just going to keep staring at me?” I try to get up from the bed, but he quickly steps toward me, pushing me back onto the mattress without even touch
