Chapter 17

• Garrett's POV:
• The moment I watched her bite the lower corner side of her lips for the second time, I felt it again and this time it got harder. I have never felt this way and no woman could make me feel this way except I want them to. But here is this little pumpkin, making me feel weak when I'm already mad at her for breaking the curfew. Suddenly, my eyes caught hers as it stared at my member below there and a smile was about leaving her lips but didn't the moment her eyes met mine. She steadied her face with her big eyes locking into mine.
• "Come here," I said as the leather whip dropped to the floor. I walked over to the bed, its covers neatly arranged, and I sat down. My gaze fell on her, beckoning her closer with a nod. I watched her, this slip of a girl with the audacity of a wildcat, approach me hesitantly, her movements a mixture of rebellion and remorse.