The Warrior [9]
Author's POV
“Why are you doing this?” she mumbled her tone was low, her eyes fixed on him, her hands trembling from the trauma of earlier.
Iris’s tears slipped down, meeting the edge of her hairline and disappearing into it.
He slowly moved his hand, lifting a strand of hair stuck to her damp skin, glistening with tears.
His lips moved. “Because you caught my attention,” he said calmly.”
She looked at him in disbelief, like it was that simple for him to make her life a living hell just because she caught his attention. She had always known he was a sick bastard, but now she realized he was far worse than her imagination; he was disgusting, wild, dangerous, and utterly psychopathic.
Iris whispered, “But I don’t want this."
He lowered his face toward her, and her ey
