Sophie had never liked any men, except her father, but there was a strange, tight feeling insider her chest, and it wasn’t from the dress. “You treat your stock like animals.” His voice was low and soft, almost menacing. xxx18 Her arms were around his neck, and his hands were softly stroking her hips. He went over to the girl, who looked about to pass out, and took out another knife. *****
The girl woke slowly. His eyes were so blue they looked black, and he wore a crisp dress shirt rolled up to the elbow. She finally noticed he was undressing himself, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding off his jeans.
