Amelia bit hard on her lower lip, fighting the urge to yield and do what they both wanted. Still, she couldn't allow herself to be weak. She loved Reagan, and he would always be the one for her no matter what. Amelia relentlessly reminded herself to whom her heart belonged as though those words were her saving grace.
After a couple of seconds, she cleared her throat and glared at the bastard in his miserable state. Did she feel sorry for him? Hell NO!
With the thought of how the asshole had always tried to molest her at every window of opportunity in the past, Amelia wished nothing more than to smash his head multiple times against the hard walls if she could. Sadly, she couldn't do that. At least not until she got her answers. HOPEFULLY.
"Why is he keeping you alive?" Amelia asked with
