Lisa’s heart was beating crazily in her chest, her mind riddled with questions, lust, and an unsettling heartache.
She felt Seth’s rough hand along her sweat-covered back, the damp shirt she didn’t even remember wearing sticking to her skin.
Her soul was like a puzzle missing more than half its pieces, her entire being screaming at her to run away, the man towering over her petite frame raising all the alarms in her mind, but simultaneously, she had to ask herself, ‘Where to?’
Where could she run? Her sources felt empty and injured, her muscles weak and soft, her body burning with an unwanted lust. She was a prisoner of the man sitting by her side and the desires coursing through her body. Even if she wanted to run away, she couldn’t. Not anymore.