Guilt

Vanessa's POV

Rodri Darnell was a dangerous man for any woman to be around.

Everything about him was designed as a weapon to ensnare, mesmerized and lure women into a never-ending pool of displaced sexual emotions, emotional turbulence and constant risk.

I felt all of that as I stood in his arms, pressed into his chest and subconsciously clutching his shirt to find my own anchor. And he held me, his presence and essence all around me like barricade where all I could feel, see and breathe was him.

All him.

It scared me. It scared me so, so much because I had never felt like this with any other man in my fucking life.

This wasn’t unbearable, just sexual tension manifesting itself. There was also something crackling between, it was like a flame in a dry forest. It was only a matter of time before it would spread, and burn everything to the ground.

I slowly released his shirt and tried to step back away from him, but his arms were unmovable.

I couldn’t looked up at him as I spoke in a voi