Dangerous Obsession
His presence was too domineering.
“Aphrodite. A perfect name for a seductress like you,” he muttered. My eyes widened at his words, and I knew he remembered me.
“Please, last night was a mistake.” I muttered, standing still as I noticed struggling with him was futile.
“Mistake, you say? I don’t think so. Good to know you still bare my mark,” he answered, and my mind furrowed at his words. My eyes followed his to see it trailed on my exposed breasts, and collarbone. Hickeys was layered on them, contradicting with my pale milky skin. I wondered if anyone had seen it apart from him, and my face flushed red at their thought of me.