Liam Yancey suddenly narrowed his eyes, their depth unfathomable, as he fixed his gaze on her petite and delicate body.
The man's heated eyes finally brought Tara Summer back to reality, as she jolted up in surprise, swiftly yanking down her skirt to cover herself.
Could it be him? The masked man! The man who almost violated her innocence a few days ago. Why is he here again?!
No, something was wrong. Tara scrutinized his eyes, furrowing her brow. She remembered his eyes being red the last time, but now they were pitch black, sharp as an eagle's and seemingly capable of piercing through the depths of one's soul with a single glance.
"It's you again?" she gasped. His imposing presence compelled her to scoot back until she was pressed against the edge of the bed.
Tara reached out to grab the blanket on the bed, but before her hand could make contact, the man had swiftly bridged the distance between them, his wild masculine aura hitting her sense.
He lowered himself slightly, his actions cold and detached, as his long fingers suddenly gripped her chin, his eyes carrying a hint of inquisition.
The light throbbing in her chin caused Tara to lean her head back involuntarily. The man increased the pressure of his grip ever so slightly, immediately causing her eyes to well up with tears.
She lifted her head to look at the man before her—tall and muscular, with a stern face beneath the mask, his dark eyes cold and menacing, resembling a frosty winter night.
Below his high-ridged nose, his sexy thin lips curved into a line of indifference. The sudden hint of cold smirk playing at the corner of his mouth was heartless, utterly devoid of warmth.
His black Armani button-up, with three of its buttons undone, revealed a muscular chest that seemed unrestrained. The slight curl of his lips emanated a sense of cynicism. It was a paradoxical combination, but it was captivating.
Tara's mind went blank, as though her thoughts had exploded, leaving behind a fractured mess.
Gazing at the man's shiny diamond buttons on his shirt, she never thought that a man could be so perfect in this world. His born aristocratic aura and the coldness in his eyes were impacting her sight strongly.
In an instant, she felt the man in front of her was dangerous, like the King of Hades, causing her breathe to pause...
"Who... are you?" Her voice had started to tremble, the cold lustre of the silver-black mask in front of her left her unable to look at him directly.
Liam Yancey remained silent, his large hand fondling her delicate chin, then moving to her neck. The delicate feeling underneath his fingers caused the curve of his lips to widen even more, his dark eyes impenetrable.
Perhaps being bitten once was enough. As he began touching her neck, Tara extended her hand and pushed against his muscular torso.
With a clink, the man grabbed her fluid bracelet, a golden handcuff instantly tightened around her wrist, almost causing her wrist to break.
"You're a pervert!" Ignoring the pain, Tara gnashed her teeth and swung her hand to grab his mask, resembling a fierce kitten with claws bared.
"Heh." Liam Yancey let out a cold laugh. Tara felt the mockery implied in the corner of his thin lips, tried harder to reach his face, but he tugged her chain, immobilizing her instantly.
"Let go of me! What do you want? Let go of me! Ah...."
"Shut up!" Tara's hysterical screams have irked Liam Yancey. A thick chill gathered in his black eyes, and a cold glance was enough to injure.
Tara was stunned for a moment, but she met his gaze without flinching.
Interesting, Liam Yancey squinted, his thin lips curving into another cold smile.
Not many people dared to look at him straight, let alone women. Women, who dared to meet his gaze for this long, he had yet to meet one.