As she tried taking a turn to go lay on her bed, he suddenly reached out and grasped her wrists, dragging her back against him, his hard chest pressing against her soft chest.
"I'm using everything in me to stop me from touching you," he growled, his voice low and raspy. He swore under his breath, the words barely audible, but the intensity behind them was palpable.
Her eyes widened in shock, but quickly reverted back to normal. She stared at him intensely, watching him with a mixture of fascination and fear.
"Are you doing it on purpose?" he asked, his voice still low and husky.
"Doing what on purpose?" she replied, her voice steady.
"Why do you make your breasts dangle around me?" he asked again, his eyes drifting down to her breast up against him.
"I did no such thing," she replied, her voice firm.
"Sarah," he said, his voice softer, but still laced with intensity.
She wondered how he knew her name. "Sarah," he said again, his voice dripping with possessiveness.
"I have watched you for a while, and God knows you will be the death of me," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You are mine," he growled, his lips inches from hers.
As he spoke, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. He ravished her lips with his mouth, kissing her so intensely that she felt like she was drowning in his passion.
His tongue plundered her mouth, claiming her as his own. She felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear as she realized she was completely at his mercy.
The kiss deepened, becoming more intense and passionate. She felt like she was being consumed by him, and she couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever be able to escape his grasp.
As he continued to kiss her, he tightened his grip on her wrists, holding her in place. His other hand began to slowly caress her breast, twirling her nipples in a throbbing pod as his other fingers traced the curve of her flesh. She felt a shiver run down her spine as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her body.
His member already hard, he began pressing his body against hers, as he deepened the kiss. She felt herself melting into him, her body responding to his touch despite her mind's protests this made him groan in approval.
she knew she had to cut this off before it was too late. So she managed to untangle herself from his hold, pushing him away. "Let me go," she said, her voice firm but shaky.
He looked at her, his eyes burning with intensity. "Why?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I want to satisfy you, allow me to pleasure you like no man has ever done."
He took a step closer to her, his eyes fixed on hers. "You want this, Sarah," he whispered. "I can see it in your eyes. Don't deny it."
He reached out, his hand brushing against hers. "Let me show you what it means to be truly desired," he said, his voice dripping with seduction.
He holds her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers as he leads her to the bed. His eyes burn with intensity as he gazes at her, his voice low and husky. "Come, Sarah, let me touch you."
She feels a shiver run down her spine as he speaks, her heart racing with anticipation. "Please don't," she says, her voice weak but trembling with desire.
He pulls her back against his chest, his lips finds the sensitive spot on her neck, he suckled on it bringing endless moans of pleasure from her lips..
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She pushes him off her, her hands against his chest. "I said, let me go!" she repeats, her voice firm.
He's taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. He quickly recollects himself, a smirk spreading across his face. "You're one tough lady, huh?" he says, his voice laced with amusement.
She glares at him, her eyes flashing with anger. "Get out," she commands, her tone firm.
He raises an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "Or else?" he asks, taking a step closer to her.
She backs away, her heart racing. "Or I'll inform your boss," she says, trying to sound brave.
He chuckles, the sound low and menacing. "You'll do no such thing, Sarah," he says, his eyes glinting with warning. "You'll only be endangering yourself."
She wonders how she managed to fight off the urge to surrender to him. She feels a surge of pride and relief at her newfound strength.
He takes another step closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "You're playing with fire, Sarah," he warns, his voice low and husky.
She stands her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm not afraid of you," she lies, trying to sound brave.
He smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he says, turning to walk away.
He strides out of the room, leaving her feeling breathless, angry, confused, and frustrated.
Her body lazily falls to the bed in a seated position, she tries to calm herself down, but her mind is racing. She's scared of the unknown, unsure of what he's capable of.
As she tries to process her emotions, she feels her eyelids growing heavy. She shrugs it off, telling herself she needs to stay awake and keep watch.
But despite her best efforts, she accidentally falls asleep.
Hours later, she's jolted awake by the sound of the door opening. She sits up, rubbing her eyes, soft rays of the early morning light pours into the room through the window giving her the opportunity to see him well enough, she sees him standing in the doorway, her stolen purse in his hand.
She gasps, surprised. "How did you...?" she trails off, realizing he must have gone all night.
He hands her the purse, his expression unreadable. "I'll be taking you back soon," he says, his voice firm. "Call your family, let them know you're safe. Boss must not know you have a phone."
She nods, still feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thank you," she says, looking up at him.
But he doesn't respond, instead he rather turns and begins to walk away.
"What about my car?" she calls out after him.
He stops dead in his track, turns back, his expression impassive. "You won't be needing it anymore," he says, his voice firm. "Leave that to me."
There's an awkward silence, before he turns and walks out of the room.
She watches him go, feeling a mix of emotions. She opens her purse but as expected, all her money were gone, she pulls out her almost dead phone and begins to dial, trying to shake off the feeling of unease.
As she waits for someone to pick up, she thinks about how she, her mom, and sister lost that close bond after her father's death. Everyone went their separate ways, barely checking up on each other.
Her thoughts are interrupted by Julia's voice on the other end of the line. "Hey, girl! Where have you been?" Julia asks, her voice cheerful.
Sarah hesitates, unsure of how much to reveal. "I just went on a vacation," she says, trying to sound casual. "I'll be back soon."
Julia chats on, unaware of the tension and uncertainty Sarah is feeling. As they talk, Sarah's mind wanders back to the mysterious man and the events of the past few days.
The conversation eventually comes to an end, and Sarah hangs up, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. But as she looks around the room, she realizes she's not alone. There's a knock on the door, and her heart skips a beat as she wonders who it could be...