T/W; MILD NON CON.
Fiona's POV.
"You know, you look really pretty when you cry." Savio husked against my ear before biting on the soft lobe, and the heat in my stomach tripled at once. I loathe that feeling, but I can't do much about it. That was my traitorous body's usual reaction when my mates got anywhere near me.
I try to shift my face away from his and glare at him with tears in my eyes. I can't forget what he did just minutes ago, I can't forget how it felt to sit on the floor of this room and watch him wash my guard's blood off his arms with a sinister smile on his face.
Bastard. Cold hearted f*****g bastard.
I'd wanted to lunge at him and tear at his face but my feet were chained to a desk with silver chains, the slightest movement would have the metal pressing against my leg
