“Let me go. You promised—” I looked into dark eyes.
His hands grabbed my face.
“Let go, Tigran. Please!”
Greedy lips touched mine. Then I heard a quiet exhale:
“No.”
From one captivity I ended up in another.
A hot captivity of Ti(G)ran. I’m afraid of him—he is dangerous to me. But I can’t run away from him. And it seems I no longer want to.