Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Sabrina…”

Tyrone leaned forward suddenly, gripping the back of the driver’s seat, his voice husky as he implored, “Can you help me, please?”

Sabrina blushed and looked at Tyrone in disbelief.

“What are you talking about? I’ll drive faster. You’ll be home soon and handle it yourself!”

How could he ask her for help so directly? What did he expect her to do? How could she help him?

Tyrone’s breathing became heavy, and he swallowed hard. He could feel his body responding to the drug and became overcome with desire.

right at the next intersection and take me to a park,” he said

Sabrina turned the steering wheel and merged into the

later, the car entered the

However, the nights were still chilly,

the car at the roadside and quickly unfastened

outside. You deal with

the door when Tyrone grabbed her

“Sabrina, I’m begging you.

terrible,” he said in

could feel the heat emanating from Tyrone’s body. Even his hands were hot to the touch. She couldn’t help but shrink when

melted under his gaze. She bit her lower