He pushed his chair back and walked over to her. Standing over, her, he tucked a finger under her chin lifting her eyes to his. "Oh, I intend to have you, Sugar, and very soon. Never doubt that." Then he trailed his finger down her neck, to her shoulder and onto her arm where he stopped just even with her breasts which had already started to pebble. He smiled wickedly and moaned, "I like that. Obviously so do you." Ethan walked to the door, stopped as if he thought of something, and turned around. "Why don't you come for a ride with me after I shower? We can talk...and other things." "How do I know you won't rip my throat out?" she chided. "Sugar, it's not your throat I'm after." He winked as he walked off to his room.
Dark Strangers - Seven 5 Star Reviews on Amazon and One 5 Star on Amazon.UK