Alessia's POV
He stared at me for what felt like eternity, dark eyes burning with something dangerous and hungry. My pulse thundered in my ears. Slowly, he rose from the majestic chair, and I shivered, instinctively backing away across the bed.
For every two frantic steps I took, he closed the distance with one powerful stride until my back slammed against the wooden bed frame. I lost my balance and fell onto the mattress, heart hammering so hard I could barely breathe.
He stopped right in front of me. I had to tilt my head all the way up to meet his gaze. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lowered himself to one knee on the floor and wrapped his large, warm hand around my ankle.
I gasped. "What…" What the hell was he doing?
