Sinful Desire.
I looked at him in disgust, my eyes scanning him from head to toe; he was in his boxers, and judging by the cameras and bed setting, I knew what he planned to do, and my blood boiled.
In a swift motion, I retrieved a dagger concealed on my person, the cold steel meeting my hand with familiar reassurance. Fury surged through me as I thought of the deplorable scene before me—my woman, tied and vulnerable...
My gaze never wavered as I took in the despicable sight, every ounce of my being seething with rage. Without a moment's hesitation, I unleashed the dagger with a force fueled by anger and protectiveness. The blade sliced through the air, finding its mark with satisfying precision.
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