Chapter thirty-nine
Vivienne Hart POV
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My breathing hitches, my lips feel the burn
The sweet, tender burns
Touch me. Touch me not…
Games
“There's a difference between fearing someone and being scared of someone.”
I am not sure where this is going. He has a gun in his hand, which is pressed to my skin. But I feel a part of me throbbing for more.
I can feel the way his lower lip traces mine, showing dominance. He's going to claim me with his kiss that's left me absolutely panting.
It's like I will die after this. I have waited since the night of my horror to feel this moment.
My ass is throbbing in pain, the pain that just reminds me more of him.
“Are you ready to play the game, Vivienne?” He questions breaking the kiss..
And something inside me screams a big no
But I
