Sinful desire
He stopped right in front of me, the rich, bitter scent of whiskey and expensive cologne washing over my damp face.
He reached down, his thick, heavy fingers catching my chin, forcing my face upward. His touch was cold, devoid of any human warmth.
“Wow,” Matthew murmured, his eyes scanning my face, tracing the lines of my jaw and the wet hair plastered to my neck. “You will do anything, right? You are very beautiful, Elena. Very sexy. And you said you will do anything.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my body shaking with a mixture of cold and terror. “I will.”