Keegan leaned closer, his nose brushing against the skin of her neck.
He was a true predator. A merciless one.
"I can smell your fear," his voice was low and dangerous. "You fear me, yet chose to disobey me. Your audacity is intriguing."
A terrified tear came trickling down Sheera's cheek. She struggled to keep breathing as she looked at him like he had her life in his hands. Maybe he did.
Then, it happened swiftly. The sound of clothes being ripped off filled the air and any sound Sheera would've made was trapped in her throat.
With what seemed to be very little effort, Keegan ripped her clothes from her chest. He ripped through her undergarments as well, providing enough freedom to her breasts.
He released her neck, while Sheera gasped hungrily for air. But before she could get
