Amber
His hand tugs at his belt with an urgency that borders on madness. The leather creaks under the strain, the buckle clinking as he fumbles to free himself.
“I wanted you to give in willingly,” he pants, eyes glowing blood-red, wild with lust and frustration. “I really did. But I can’t wait anymore, Amber. If I don’t have you right now, I’m going to combust.”
His words fall like a hammer against my chest, and for a split second, my body—no, Irma—quivers with temptation. She howls inside me, clawing, begging, already lifting our metaphorical tail.
But I won’t let her win.
Not this time.
Not when I’ve finally clawed back a shred of control over my own damn life.
He’s too distracted now; panting hard, eyes wild, belt halfway undone as he fumbles with the buckle like a beast trying
