Grégoire eyed her intensely. “What is unfair? I say it’s fate. It plays us both, magnifique. But can’t you see? You still belong to me,” he whispered, grinding his body against hers.
Dallie was helplessly pinned against the stairway’s silver handrail. She felt the hardness of his frontal area that he rubbed against her abdomen. There was nothing she could do at this point but suppress a moan, with her throat getting dry that she had to swallow so hard.
Both of them went still when her phone rang. It was as if her desperate call for help had just arrived. She couldn’t take what Grégoire was giving her at that moment. Otherwise, she would have done something she would probably regret later on.
Dallie found her renewed strength to push Grégoire away from her. He stepped back and let her an
