His fingers snaked their way up my thigh, going higher, higher, and higher, until I could no longer keep my breath and released a sharp one, catching his hands before it went further. I stared at the slender slim build of his fingers yet large enough to completely cover my small ones. And his calloused palm, a product of years and years of harsh training to hone the power I could now feel pumping underneath his skin.
I’d once heard rumors of him. Of how a dark monster lived within him. I never believed it though, because I hadn’t seen it yet.
“What is it?” he asked me, his lips curled, staring at my face.
“I was wondering.” I carried and counted his fingers. “How many female this hands had touched in this way.”
“Why not go to the point, darling Sophie?”
It’s Sophia. I wanted to tel
