Chapter 61: Strangled

[Cara]

The man behind me mutters an expletive under his breath as he struggles to move while his chain jangles loudly. While I, on the other hand, was like a deer caught in the red light with my hands up like a criminal. When in fact, I wasn’t the one who committed the crime.

However, what caught my attention was the clothes he was wearing. Just a plain white tee shirt that clung to his sculpted frame in the most flattering way possible. He was titillating me with the rugged ridges of his muscles, which I could see visibly through his fitted shirt, and gray sweatpants hanging precariously low on his narrow waist with an incredible bulge in front.

I’m more used to seeing him in slacks or jeans than in this disheveled, just-got-out-of-bed appearance.

Shit! Cara, you’re literally drooling over a murderer. Snap out of it!

Damon made a clicking sound with his tongue, giving the impression that he was amused rather than angry about the fact that I had snuck around his mansion and gone to pl