Chapter twenty-seven
Vivienne Hart POV
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“I will.”
.
.
.
“I know you will be a good girl.” He speaks.
His firm and cold voice thrums inside my brain, making all this like a wicked fantasy on top of my head.
The grip he had on me loosens as he moved, but I can still feel his presence behind me. The warmth and his hot scent, the press of lips is still burning in my senses that I can't seem to just erase it off easily.
There's this sudden rush of adrenaline, it's the way I'm conflicted when he's literally behind me.
A part of me who is a coward screams three words on top of the lungs…
Run
Hide
Bad
But I swallow the fear, like I have nothing to lose, and I'm just living in a nightmare, like I think I always do. My nightmares are the only things that are constant in my li
