Chapter Eleven

Kayla laid on her side, gasping for air. Her hand squeezing the sheet hard as she struggled to resuscitate herself.

He approached the nightstand and took the contraceptive from the drawer. Easing two capsules in his mouth, he tossed the medication bottle across the room, then sauntered back to the bed with dead slow and dominant steps. The look on his face, the gaze he placed on her — spelled out his dark intentions.

Kayla sprung back to a conscious state, though a bit exhausted. The moment she felt his weight at the edge of the bed, fear surged through her as she swivelled her head down, only to see he’d moved near her legs already. Before she could make a dash, he seized her legs and wrenched her back on the bed, settling over her. He took her hands and locked them above her head with only one of his big, steely hand.

She was left breathless under him, gazing into his flaming eyes that constantly heightened the fear within her. His warm breath brushed over her face as his face