Love, Obsession, Torture
I turned toward her, apprehension tightening against my chest, my skin burning with a sudden scorching heat.
“Millicent. Stop.” Jack muttered, his voice thin and uncertain, nerves and worry threading through every word, his eyes fixed on Millicent begging hers to stop talking. But she doesn’t.
“He was in my bed, fucking me into oblivion.” Millicent said with a grin. She obviously didn’t like me, but I had never imagined this level of viciousness.
Jack heaved a sigh and dropped his head. When he lifted it again, his eyes were pleading as they met mine, tears gathering in his eyes.