KARIMA HEART
I stared at it like it was something strange, almost fascinating.
What exactly had I been expecting? This was Owain. He was the only type of man who’d think of doing something this twisted.
I should’ve known. The way he kept pestering me about it, pressing for me to open it. It all makes sense now.
Really?
His voice cut through my thoughts.
"Does that remind you of something?" he asked, just before I snapped my eyes at his.
Is he serious right now?
He had stolen my panties from the night we f*cked, and wrapped them in a box as some kind of gift.
"Have you held onto this since that night?"
I asked, forcing my voice to calm, swallowing the urge to scream at him.
But whatever I said slipped straight past his ears. His gaze dragged over me, heavy, stopping at my core l
