Alpha Victor
The way my name rolled off his tongue, rough and sensual, had me all hot and bothered.
I pointed a finger at him with an accusatory glare as I seethed, "You told me you couldn't speak. Were you lying about that, too?"
"No, let me explain," his oceanic blue orbs softened marginally. When I made no effort to stop him, he continued, "years ago, when I was much younger, something happened to me. My tongue was cut off by a terrible man. I learned to find other ways to communicate after that."
"I see a tongue in your mouth right now. Unless I hit my head harder than I thought and I'm just imagining this whole situation," I began rubbing the top of my head and forehead where a bump was now forming