Chapter Nine: A Game

Rose’s POV

I kept staring into his gleaming eyes, my heart racing wildly at the thoughts of what he had in store for me. As though he was immune to the thick waves of fear rolling off me, his eyes roamed my entire being, slowly drifting from my eyes, down to my neck, down to the v-plunge of the robe. It felt as though he was meticulously undressing me with his eyes and it had me squirming underneath his hot gaze. A thrill suddenly ran down my spine and my body shivered when his eyes finally made it back to mine before staring past, to the glass of drink still sitting on the counter. Lost in his presence, I’d forgotten he’d caught me helping myself to a drink in his liquor cabinet.

“A good choice,” he murmured, nodding to the half-filled bottle of whiskey. “Would set the pace for the night,” He smirked and my heart dropped further.

The urge to know what he was going to do to me, had me drawing in a shaky breath as I finally summoned the courage to ask him.

“W-what would you do to me?”