Forgotten One Night Husband

THE STRUGGLE WAS REAL.

With her breath stuck in her lungs and her head in the dark, she attempted to escape the powerful grasp. She threw her elbow, hoping for it to hit something. She kicked her trembling legs, wishing for it to hit something sensitive—somewhere between those manly legs tangling with hers as she tried to run.

Get off! Get..."

"Oh, you wouldn't want to hit that part, Cara. That would be your loss."

Her knee stiffened in an instant. She recognized that voice. There was only one man in this world who could talk to her with such dangerous calmness and yet make her skin tingle like it just got licked by a flame. 'C-caro?'

"Knee down."

'W-What?'

"Again. Put. Your. Knee. Down."

She obliged, completely forgetting about how cold she was or what she was about to ask. Then slowly, she felt the thing covering her head and face move, revealing the same man whose name she had been calling until a few seconds ago.

"Are you alright?"

'No, I'm not,' she wanted to say. But then the wo