A low growl rumbled from deep within him, vibrating against my skin. Then, without warning, whatever he had used to bite me withdrew, replaced by the slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue as he licked the wound.
I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
The CEO—Mr. Julio Chester—was in my room, on my bed, behaving like some kind of animal.
And yet, the strangest part of it all was this:
I wasn’t scared anymore.
I should have been. Any sane person would be terrified. But instead, my body felt oddly calm, almost attuned to him.
Without any warning, his weight suddenly crashed down on me. My eyes flew open wide.
“Mr. Chester?” I called breathlessly.
No response.
Panic surged through me and I pushed against him, struggling. Damn, he was heavy—far heavier than he looked. It took everything in
