Chapter 2: Building Tension
Cla's hands twisted in the rough, coarse rope that bound her wrists together. In her desperation, she had thrashed, kicked and screamed, but to no avail. Min and Sin pinned her down with such cold efficiency that she might as well have been restrained by iron shackles.
Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears as the anger and terror clawed their way up from the deepest corners of her soul. Fear twisted inside of her, sharp as a blade.
Yet, the growing ache in her core fueled another emotion: burning lust. Damn him, why did he have to bring that sensation to life? It was unfair, uncalled for...unforgivable.
His warm lips moved from her mouth and scattered feather-light kisses along her jawline. "Mr. Who, desist this," she begged, panting erratically.
He chuckled, his breath tickling her, causing goosebumps to prickle across her skin.