45. Lifting His Rule

Like drum beats hammering her heart, his hard footsteps resounded as he closed the distance between them.

“I thought you were supposed to be living here.” He trapped her by the door, his eyes running over the nightdress she wore. “Where are you coming from?”

“None of your business-” Haley gasped and the words died in her throat when he leaned closer.

Leaving her no space for breathing, her throat was suddenly parched.

“Doing all these to get my attention, huh?” He smirked. “Newsflash! You won.”

Haley sucked in a deep breath as his cold lips touched her skin, trailing soft kisses down her cleavage.

Pressing her to the door, one hand left her waist, running up her fabric. He hooked a finger on her shoulder straps, pulling it down, and exposing her skin.

When the man lifted his head and kissed her lips, sparks exploded in Haley's head.

Was this a dream or a nightmare?

Craving his touch all the time, she'd had similar dreams before.

Lost in his touch, Haley grappled for the reality