There's a shift in the warm air.
It's pleasant and strumming over my nerve endings as the low clack of heels greets my ears. I don't turn to face her when she's close. Instead, I inhale deeply, and the sweet scent of freesia overtakes my senses. Like a vine wrapping around me, it binds my limbs while I throb for the petite beauty with a hunger that's near maddening.
I want to eat her alive. Consume and gorge myself on what's been denied to me for so long.
My bunny will never leave me again.
This book contains dark elements that some readers might find triggering. These men are brutal and unapologetic, please read at your own discretion.*