Wyatt Hawthorne's kiss was a storm of raw conquest.
He had indulged her too many times, letting her get so bold she'd forgotten her place.
"Why did you bite me..." Faye Vaughn grunted. "It was you who couldn't find me. It's not my fault."
Annoyed by her chatter, Wyatt Hawthorne pulled something from the nightstand drawer and used it to gag her.
"Mmph..."
Faye Vaughn was shocked.
'He actually had other toys prepared!'
Wyatt Hawthorne didn't say a word from beginning to end. He channeled all his energy into the task at hand.
Faye Vaughn's body went limp.
But she couldn't even speak to beg for mercy. All she could do was plead with eyes wet with involuntary tears. 'Enough...'
Wyatt Hawthorne's eyes were dark and deep. He grabbed a necktie and blindfolded her with it.
Faye Vaughn let out a whimper.
'It's over. He's really lost his mind today.'
...
Throughout the night, whenever Faye Vaughn tried to sleep, she was woken again.
The storm's assault never ceased.
