Proserpina

I stumbled, determined to get out of the room, pushing him away.

As I approached the door, he reached there before me, placing his large hands on the door, preventing me from opening it. He was behind me, and I could feel the heat of his body as he held me captive, preventing me from opening the door. He spun me about urgently, a look of wretchedness on his face as he growled.

‘"Woman, Little on. You have to listen to me," he said, a quiet anguish in his voice. ...