Chapter 17

ANASTASIA

Possession. Raw and deep, and so damn dangerous. It’s all I see in him.

His expression is something I've never seen before, or maybe he’s never let me see it; he stares at me with so much emotion as if he’s going to undress me with his eyes.

I’ve never seen anyone stare at me this way, with so many desires and so much fire in their eyes.

But instead of running away from it, I face it with so much audacity, like I’m not scared to see what might destroy me or ruin my life for good. I bare my soul and body for it. I want it. His possessiveness. All of it in his damn gorgeous eyes.

I want every bit of it.

Every fucking last drop of it.

“What are you about to do to me?” I bite my lips so hard. I love playing so dumb, even though I see what’s coming for me. I glide my thighs together because it’s so freaking wet. The wetness rubbing on my thighs alone makes me want to do crazy things.

But I don’t do anything; instead, I play dumb and let his possessiveness take charge of everythin