Chapter Eighty: Delicious Humiliation

The sedative is gone...destroyed.

How the hell am I to get away from him now?

What the hell am I supposed to do to tame this beast staring at me as if I were prey and not his ex-wife?

The other emergency vial is beneath my clothes. I did not think I would need to use it. Luckily, the handcuffs that I stole from his room—I use ‘stole’ very loosely; it was mine, to begin with—are on the bedside drawer; I just need to get him to the bed.

My gaze turns to the door before lowering to the glistening oil on my chest. His pin of me beneath him should be terrifying; he is at least three or four times my size, and there is no difference between being pinned beneath him and a wild bear, but it’s not.

I need to leave, I do, but again, my lungs take him in; one could argue that the only reason I ‘take him in’ is because his scent is the only thing in the room, especially now that his blood remains exposed in the atmosphere and the closed windows offer no reprise, but truthfully, my body yearns for