Claimed By The Tyrant Brother
Rolex.
Still breathing, unfortunately. Well, that can be fixed.
“Thorne,” she whispered, “please… don’t do anything.” she looked up at me with wide glassy eyes.
I chuckled darkly, my arms still wrapped around her.
“That isn't possible, Delilah…” I said coldly, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “Watch what I do to him.”
Her brows furrowed in confusion.
Then I sprang up immediately. Her body jolted slightly, shocked by the sudden movement. She blinked fast, eyes adjusting, pupils still dilated from the booze.