Chapter thirty-six
Jasira Sanders POV
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“Remember, this was your choice.”
His words are harsh as the grip on my wrist. I grab the strands of my clothes that bind my wrist together. I try to move my body, but it's the way he has already got my body working.
Not only that, but I feel the nervous excitement thrilled down my bones that it churns my stomach and I feel the anticipation like a hard pill stuck in my throat.
I'm uncertain if I'm breathing because I feel like I have stepped on fire
“Jasira.” He takes my name as he slides his hand down my body.
I try to turn my neck slightly, so I face him.
“You are pretty.” He lets me know like that's the answer to all of my doubts.
And I lock my eyes with him.
“And I will f**k you.”
There's this confidence, a menacing look in his
