CELIA
“Don't do this!” My words objected.
He moved his lips to my right cheek and slowly traced the outline of my ear.
“Are you scared, Celia?”
My mouth stayed silent.
“Look me in the eyes!” His devilish voice commanded.
I followed his command.
“Good girl.”
Cinching my wrist tighter above my head, he inserted his knee between my two thighs and kissed my neck.
“Your pale face fills me with joy.”
“Shall we kiss or something more?” His hazel eyes taunted my fear.
“Bastard!” I cursed.
He chuckled for a moment and then bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress the laugh. The man refused to enjoy a pleasing moment before his prey.
“Then let me act like the best bastard!”
He muttered softly.
For some reason, his hazel eyes had a strong hatred in them…for me.
Damian had no interes
