Frozen, Cyra watched him standing at the door. His eyes were looking completely blank. Did he listen to her conversation? Cyra saw him stepping inside the room, which made tightly clutch her phone and hid it behind her. She could not afford to let him have her phone, at any cost.
Her steps were about to walk backward, seeing him eliminating all the distance between their bodies. His gaze was fixed at her, which scared Cyra more. She tried to walk back, but stopped, feeling his palms delicately cupping her naked waist.
Cyra gulped, witnessing his eyes roaming all over her face, but her heartbeat accelerated when his gaze halted on her lips. Even his empty gaze clearly told her his evil intentions, and her assumption confirmed the second she saw him pushing his face closer to hers.
Cyra
