Allison’s POV

“Let me go,” I screamed against him once outside the room, and I struggled against him, kicking and pushing against his grip as he carried me to his chest.

“Calm down, Miss Allison.” He chuckled. “Nothing is going to make me drop you, not even you, especially while you are like this,” he added and nudged his jaw to my tattered shirt.

For a moment, my eyes alternated between his face and the torn shirt, which bared my breast to view, though clothed in my bra. I ...