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.

at the next intersection and take

the steering wheel and merged into the right

later, the car

was open to the public. However, the nights were still chilly, so no one

at the roadside and quickly

outside. You deal

the door when Tyrone grabbed her wrist from the back seat,

“Sabrina, I’m begging you.

terrible,” he said

could feel the heat emanating from Tyrone’s body. Even his hands were hot to the touch. She

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