Cedric's grip on her hair was firm, and her skull seemed like it was on fire. He was a psychopath who could flip the switch at any moment. Like who coerces you after turning you on.
Abrielle was scared. This was something she knew would eventually happen, but she never expected him to bring it up like this. Her entire body was still heavily stimulated as there was a strong need in her core.
"I wanted to get something. It would be very embarrassing if we had gone to the store together." Abrielle could barely talk and dared not scream. It made her wonder if he wasn't scared of rumours going around about him being abusive to his wife.
Cedric's lips were still close to her ears, and his hand secured her on the waist. There was no escape for her, and even if she was to make a run for the door, how many steps could she make before he would be dragged back by him?
