Chapter eleven
Vivienne Hart POV
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“because when I do it, I'm going to rip everything on you.”
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His hand slips underneath my dress and his fingers cup the back of my thigh.
I feel the fierce need of wanting to hide myself from him. But I'm in his grasp and I see no escape.
However, my body doesn't seem to mind his touch. With every second of his fingertip tracing my skin, I feel my heart beating heavier.
It's almost like he's saving me, but it's the opposite.
He's ruining me.
He is ruining my life.
This isn't a fairy tale where the prince charming decided to get me to his palace and treat me with a bed of roses.
But instead he looks and seems like the villain in the story who is going to make my life a living hell.
“Tell me something, Vivienne.”
He takes my name,
