Ziana's hands slightly pushed against Zayden's chest as she asked, "Wh-what are you doing?" But Zayden wasn't ready to release her from his arms; instead, he tightened his grip around her waist.
"I'm recreating what you did yesterday," Zayden's words brushed against her breath, and her heartbeat quickened in fear as his gaze landed on her lips.
His touch penetrated through her thin dress, sending a shiver down her spine. Her cheeks burned at his words, and she looked into his glistening eyes in shock. Thoughts of terror ran wild through her mind as a faint red hue encircled his eyes, reflecting his mischievous thoughts. What did he mean? Did she perhaps...?
A wicked smirk graced Zayden's lips as he noticed her troubled expression. She found herself clutching his shirt, feeling his fingers firmly pressing against the side of her waist. What the hell was this man doing to her?
