Ava's POV
Just as he pulled me closer, I felt his beard brush against my neck, as he left some hickey on my neck, while I held the door handle tighter.
I felt more tears roll down my cheeks.
I know I'm supposed to resist this guy here after I've lost one child to the cold hands of death. But I find myself fighting so hard with this unrealistic emotion that exists between us.
"Grindley, why are you doing this?" I gasped as I felt his hand trailing my thighs from beneath.
What is this? Are we doing this again?! I thought to myself as I quickly yanked his hand off.
"Leave me alone, please!" I shouted.
The more I tried to avoid him, the wetter I felt.
I mean, the heat, and the tension in this room--the aura he exhibits, they are just too much for me to say no to.
If only I can avoid t
