"Oh?" She also smiled, seemingly indifferent, "That does sound like his style."
Rufus watched her expression, her mist-filled eyes, pale face, bluish-white lips, all contrasted against the red dress she wore, giving her a stunning, desperately beautiful appearance.
Feeling very pleased and intoxicated, he let Norris sit on the bathroom vanity.
He reached out to touch her cheek, observing her wooden expression and guessed what she was thinking.
Poor woman!
That's the only way he could describe her.
This woman reignited his long-lost interest—even if it was something stolen from Trenton Smith's hands, he was eager to destroy it.
This destructive desire excited him!
Grabbing her soft, slender waist and feeling her subtle trembling, destructive urges surged in his heart.
She obediently sat there, under the light, looking like a beautiful Japanese doll. She had a blank expression, and didn't react when Rufus unzipped her dress.
