A soft, heavy thud echoed through the quiet room as the blanket slipped to the floor, leaving no cover to hide the frantic, unspoken tension coiling between us.
I curled in on myself, staring helplessly as Victor pulled his hand away, his eyes bloodshot and feral with desire, his d**k poised to claim my p***y completely.
At the last possible second, I snapped out of my frozen fear and reached out to stop him. "Victor, snap out of it! If you do this, you will never get the Finch heir you've been chasing from Desmond. Never."
The words hit him like a physical blow, and he went completely rigid atop me. The wild, unhinged look in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by flickers of clarity.
I seized the split-second opening, shoving him hard enough to break his grip and scrambling off the bed,
