chapter 12

He'd finally done what he'd been trying to avoid: he'd touched her beautiful soft flesh, which instantly melted beneath his touch. He couldn't fight the sensation any longer. He wished to touch her, to feel her. He tried to ignore it, to forget about it, but he couldn't. The notion of not feeling her touch, of not seeing her filled him with fury; his jaw twitched, and he became enraged at the prospect of not seeing her. What was causing him to become enraged? He was unable to provide a response to his own inquiries.

He stroked his hair with his fingertips. What was going on with him was driving him insane with questions. Why couldn't he say no to that petite young girl?

He still couldn't get rid of the boner that the tiny minx had given him. He walked into his bathroom, grabbed a towel, and turned on the shower. He let the cold water run down his body, but he was certain that even a cold shower would be ineffective. He couldn't help but think of her frail body at his mercy. Her whimp