Silvia
"Sherman," I whispered. "What the actual f**k are you doing?!"
He silenced me by capturing my wrists in one powerful hand, pinning them above my head against the couch cushions.
His blue eyes had darkened to midnight.
"Use your security word," he growled. " I will stop."
I didn't have, and couldn't.
I hate myself for it.
My breath hitched as his free hand ripped my jeans down my legs.
" s**t, wait —— I haven't showered," I grit my teeth and my chest heaves.
But he moved even more wildly.
And I want more.
The sound of tearing fabric filled the penthouse living room.
Within seconds, I was left in nothing but my underwear, exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze.
His breath sprayed onto my underwear.
Damn! I was soaked.
I couldn't help lif
