The Monster She Made

Author’s POV

Aslan witnessed how she tried to run and fell as the chains tightened around her ankles. When she opened her mouth and looked at him, his dick sprang up. Her soft, velvety voice was doing things to him. He wanted her so bad that he didn’t know how he lived these days without her.

“So, you remember my name, huh?” And he crouched low to sit in front of her.

When he crouched to her level, she saw a different man. His hair was long and were tied behind his head in a small pony, long, sexy beard was adorning his face, his top two shirt buttons were undone, and he was not wearing his tie as usual, but apart from his appearance, the most dangerous thing was his eyes. Those blue eyes were as cold as ice, and she could feel their chill seeping into her bones as he looked at her with hate.

He saw her helpless state and her quivering bottom lip. He so wanted to lick that lip and bite it and make her moan, but he will play. There will be plenty of time at home to discover that beauti