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.

Turn right at the next intersection and take

a short drive, Sabrina turned the steering wheel and merged into the right

minutes later, the

the public. However, the nights were still

roadside and quickly unfastened

You deal with

when Tyrone grabbed her wrist from the back seat, his eyes pleading

“Sabrina, I’m begging you.

I feel terrible,” he said in a

from Tyrone’s body. Even his hands were hot to the touch. She couldn’t help but shrink when he touched her

melted under his gaze. She bit her lower lip and had to look