Amber.
I trembled as his hand climbed inch by inch between my thighs, slow and deliberate, igniting every nerve along the way.
It was hot.
It was burning.
It was everything I should push away, everything I should scream no to.
I was supposed to yell that this man was a monster—a blind beast trying to take advantage of me. I'd pound on the car windows until people came running, pulling me from his grasp, saving me from the slave he'd turned me into, his personal f**k toy, his plaything to use whenever the urge hit.
But right now, did I even want saving?
Did my body crave rescue from his fingers?
From him?
From those dead green eyes that somehow pierced straight to my core, sending electric pulses of want and raw desire racing through my veins, lighting up my skin like fire.
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