Prologue.

She stared at his immense dark eyes, void of every emotion, his eyes fierce, his lips tight and  stare deadly, a feeling erupted inside of her instantly.

What was this she felt?

fear ? lust? Fucking fear!

What was she scared of ? He  couldn't do nothing to her, he wouldn't even dare.

Had she overstepped her boundaries? her thoughts vanished immediately as he approached her quickly in Long strides.

They were so close now, impossible to get even closer. The large room  suddenly felt small as his lips grazed her ears slowly, shivers ran through her to her core, her legs weak and face flushed, pale.

A low Grunt erupted from his throat as he sniffed her, he breathed in her scent of lavender and lemon detergents, she smelt so fucking nice, she always did.

"Take off your clothes Adira" he whispered

She stayed still, she knew this was wrong but nodded steadily and did as was told.