CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sophia fought to get free of Rupert’s bed as he approached her, but tied as she was, she could barely move, let alone run away. There was no mercy in his eyes, no sense that he might change his mind about what he was going to do, or realize the full horror of it.
He stripped off his shirt with the kind of languor that in Sebastian might have been sensual, but Sophia could see his thoughts, and she knew that he was merely taking his time, enjoying her helplessness. In another man, the muscled torso he revealed might have been an object of desire, but here, it was only a sign that Sophia was one step closer to the moment when he would do all the things that for now were only contained in his thoughts.
He was imagining what he would do as he moved closer. Sophia did her bes
