Lila POV
His gaze shot up to mine. "Let go, lila. Please me, and let go."
For a few seconds we stared at each other, something unspoken passing between us as if an invisible line of trust was being drawn.
With a slight nod of my head, I forced my body to relax. The sound of the sharp scissors cutting through the fabric resonated around us, every slice, every crunch causing my insides to coil tighter and tighter.
His eyes never left mine, and I found comfort in the darkness of his gaze. We might be enemies, but somehow whenever we were this close, it felt like we were the same the same creatures craving the forbidden.
And then the scissors nicked my skin just as it reached the end of the fabric between my breasts.
I gasped as the slash burned my flesh, but the way his eyes grew darker, the intensity stronger I knew he had done it on purpose and I loved it.
