ALARIC POV
She was a trembling mess on the bed, her wide, tear-glazed eyes locked on mine like prey caught in the gaze of a predator. Her lips quivered as though she wanted to speak but couldn't find the courage.
Her cute little face was wet with tears, and her eyes were swollen and red.
"Why did you come into my room, Jasmine?" I asked, doing all I could to calm the raging storm in me.
She froze immediately, her small hands clutching the hem of her tank top, wringing it nervously. Her tank top. Her skimpy shorts. Clothes I had told her not to wear, and yet here she was, in the same outfits that always made my cock rage.
She didn't know that I had asked her to stop wearing them for her safety... To keep her safe from me.
She backed away instinctively, retreating until her slim frame pressed against the headboard. The sight stirred something dark and sinful in me.
