His hands caught her by the waist, in time to prevent her from falling. Instead of letting her go, his hands began to feel and trace her waist chains under her clothes, Aliyah frowned, irritated.

“You still wear them.” He muttered, his eyes dreamily fixated on her.

Aliyah began wriggling, trying very hard to get off his hands, to get out of his hold, but she was in a position that she would land on the floor if she continued wriggling but did she care? No! She doesn't! It was better she ...