VICIOUSLY YOURS
I whispered, my voice laced with venom.
Julian stopped half an inch from my toes, towering over me in the dim light, his presence casting a heavy, suffocating shadow over my body. He reached out, his long, calloused fingers catching the hem of my ruined, blood-stained silk shirt, pulling the fabric taut.
"Good," he whispered, leaning down until his lips hovered bare millimeters above mine, his hot breath fanning across my skin. "Because the door stays locked from the outside. Wash the blood off your skin, Evelyn. The bed is waiting."