Chapter 26
Ciara's POV
Daryl watched me in silence, his lips twitching slightly. My mouth went dry as I forced myself to look away from his face.
I could still feel the warmth of his breath lingering on my skin. Biting down hard on my lower lip, I tried to distract myself from the way he kept staring at me. It seemed like he was about to devour me.
“Ciara…” he said, his voice low and husky, breaking the silence between us.
I shuddered. “Y-yes?”
“I’ll kill anyone who touches you. Do you fuckin’ understand me? You’re mine.”
I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as I felt his hands exploring the exposed skin where he’d torn my gown. My chest rose and fell with each passing second as I struggled to contain a moan.
“What did I say?” he growled.
“Daryl…” I stammered. “You’re drunk.”
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