Chapter 27

Celeste’s eyes widened as he shuffled closer, tearing her legs apart. “Zillon, no! P-please no…” she pleaded, but her negative response didn’t faze him at all, instead, it seem to egg him on.

“Your scent is as tempting as ever, the mint, the lavender…it could drive anyone mad.”

His hand inched between her leg, running along the waistband of her drawers. Celeste’s breath hitched, her eyes watering even more when his hand invaded the stretchy material gliding along her sensitive clit.

A whimper fell from her lips and a tremor ran down her spine. She felt hopeless now, weaker than ever. Her body; as stupid as it sounded was reacting to his touch. She could feel the slick that slid down her walls and the pleasure that glided through her veins.

She didn’t want this, but it seems her body did. How useless, a body that would succumb to anything he did to it…

She felt pitiful, truly impotent.

She felt like a fool, a toy, a doll or rather a puppet.