Chapter 55

• Jayson Harake stopped inches from her, his cologne as cold as his personality, filling her nostrils and clogging her lungs. He leaned in, his blonde hair brushing her forehead, his whiskey-warmed mouth pressing against her cheek. "How do you like my surprise?" he purred.
• Anastasia strained against the board, desperate to escape him. He chuckled, running his tongue along her pulse point.
• Adrenaline surged, and she tried to bring up her knee, but the straps held her fast, binding her tightly.