Ajax’s eyes darkened, his lips a mere breath away. He stood so close to me, towering over me like a predator, leaning his hand on the wall next to my head, imprisoning me with his body. The fire emanating from his black eyes made me sick with excitement.
There was something so horrifying, yet so captivating about him.
Handsome yet dangerous.
Something inexplicably dark and wild appeared in Ajax’s eyes as he stared at me, imprisoning me in his irresistible presence, and unwilling to free me from his suffocating clutches.
Ajax’s hand was on my waist and then suddenly they were on my thigh, under my dress and riding it up. Heat crawled up my spine with every touch and right as his fingers grazed my inner thigh, I was all but ready to bend over for him.
That is before I heard my father
