บท 328: His Bloody Smile

He pressed his lips to her throat, feeling the pulse of her heart pounding away in a panicked flurry. He smiled.

Alice tried to move away, but his hand in her hair held her in place.

Roman brought his other hand to her shoulder and gently squeezed her. Alice was a woman of average height; her build was small but strong. Her shoulder did not squish or poke as he pressed her. Instead, it felt firm and soft beneath his rough hands.

Alice clenched her jaw and turned away from him. But she didn’t speak. She didn’t make a sound.

Roman knew she was fighting to stay silent, to keep from him what he so desired. To hear her voice call his name, be it scream or moan. But it only made him want it more.

His hand moved along her shoulder toward her throat, his thumb tracing her clavicle.

His hot breath against her throat filled Alice with revulsion and fear she fought to keep controlled.