Rebecca's POV
It felt like a slap across my face, but I knew it wasn't.
" I wish I had met you earler.... " He slid his fingers in my hair, brushing it back, " I wish we were not thus tied up.... ".These men. They always find a way to confuse. Was that last bit necessary? He just told me that he was committed.
And then he punged inside my mouth and ravaged the insides as if his life depended on it. A very urgent but lingering kiss. I was still grappling to get my senses back. His taste was washing all over me.
" We need to move Rebecca... " I hated it. I hated when he quit calling me Becca. It was as if the veil of formality was back up between the two of us. " I promise someday we will sort things out... "
He helped me down before sliding behind me.
The dim, flickering light off
