Chapter 8 Kiss

Carl pinpointed Violet's exact location accurately. As he grabbed at her, she had to put Whitney down. Whitney immediately ran toward the room.

Violet cursed silently. Before she could go after Whitney, Carl's second attack came at her again.

Fucking bastard!

Violet decided to teach him a lesson or two because she was still angry at what he had said to her in the toilet.

Carl grabbed Violet's slender wrist. He rubbed it, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers.

Since she couldn't move her hands, Violet decided to use her legs.

Before she could do that, Carl grabbed her waist and turned her around so that her back was firmly pressed against his front. His arms were wrapped around her chest.

"A woman?" Carl's voice was low and sultry.

Violet struggled against his hold. She could feel his warm breath on her ear, tingling like electricity. She shuddered.

Carl tightened his hold. "How sensitive!"

This feeling …

Violet frowned. This was exactly how helpless she had felt six year