DEVIL’s GRIP
She thrashed wildly in Zayden’s arms, her strength tripling in pure terror.
Zayden’s grip tightened again, dragging her flush against his body, locking her in place.
His arms curled around her waist, restraining her every movement.
“Shh,” he murmured, almost soothingly.
Like a devil calming his prey before devouring it whole.
His fingers trailed down her stomach, taunting.
“You see how this works, love?” he murmured against her ear, his voice smooth. “Your attention should be on me.”
Hema shook her head frantically.
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