Owned By The Billionaire Devil
His hands clawed desperately at Hunter’s wrist, but it was like fighting steel.
“You’re a monster…” Alistair wheezed.
Hunter’s lips curved into a dark, chilling smile.
“I’ve heard that every day of my life,” he murmured, voice deadly soft. “I am that monster. The one without feelings. The one who gets hard from blood and violence. The one who enjoys tearing people apart.”
I couldn’t watch anymore.
I hurried forward, grabbing Hunter’s arm with both hands, pulling frantically at his wrist. “Hunter, stop! You’re going to kill him! Please!”