~ Violet ~

Violet slumped down into the white leather seat of the private jet. Her hands were still tied together and now Damon was pulling the seatbelt over her stomach. He fastened the seatbelt unnecessarily tight, and his face stood only inches away from her. As he finished clasping the seatbelt shut, Damon’s eyes held a playful glint, but Violet wasn’t amused. He took a step back and admired the view—how Violet was all tied up in that chair. Violet glared daggers at him. He ...