Chapter 33: Touch Me
-Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the Chapter: Donk by Beyoncé)
As I trapped Glyndon against the door, I leaned in, placing both of my hands on either side of her head, resting against the wood.
The click of the lock echoed in the room, sharp and decisive. Her reaction was instant.
"No," she stammered, panic flashing in her eyes as she tried to push against me, weakly, desperately. "No, don’t lock the door. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want—"
Her voice cracked, trembling as it lost strength, and I watched as her eyes darted downward, betraying her.
She wasn’t looking at my face anymore. No, her gaze was on my body, shamelessly—or maybe shamefully—roaming.
My smirk grew wider as her eyes lingered, trailing from my breasts down to my abs, and her legs shifted, tightening instinctively.
She wanted me.
Of course, she did.
I didn’t say anything, not yet. I let her panic bubble and simmer as I moved closer, deliberately invading her space.
Her protests meant nothing to me—they were empty words, just like always. She’d told me she didn’t want me before, but her body, her reactions? They screamed otherwise.