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.

next intersection and

steering

minutes later, the

the nights were still chilly,

parked the car at the roadside and quickly unfastened the

go outside. You

grabbed her wrist from the back

“Sabrina, I’m begging you.

feel terrible,” he said in a

feel the heat emanating from Tyrone’s body. Even his hands were hot

warm, and Sabrina melted under his gaze. She bit her