Zinnia
The universe has always been against me. I wondered what I must have done to get on her bad side. And right now was no different. She f*****g betrayed me, just like my body.
Before I can utter another word, my stalker flips me over, so I'm facing the wall with my behind crouching against his budged groin.
His hand was on my neck again, and before I can even try to comprehend, fire explodes across my skin. I yelp, gulping and—shamefully—whimpering, as I feel the sting of his election against my butt, begging to be set free.
"See how you tremble at my touch, little flower," my stalker whispered against the crook of my neck, sending goose flesh all over my body.
Somehow, he'd managed to grab the scissors from my hand. He replaced his hand on my neck with the scissors, while his f
