HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR

Paragraph: "What do you think you're attempting?" He questioned, his eyes darkening with each passing second, his voice laced with intensity. "U-Uh, seducing you," I muttered, my fingers fidgeting nervously as his deep breath sent shivers down my spine. This encounter was not supposed to be reversed. He leaned closer, his warm breath tickling my upper lip, "And just who are you?" I swallowed audibly, my body trembling under his scrutiny. Despite the fear, I found myself rooted to the spot, drawn to his captivating gaze like a moth to a flame. "I'm...y-your..." A single tear escaped my eyes, my lip quivering. "Your...your..." "My what?" he demanded, his intense black eyes locking onto mine, and I whimpered as he tightened his grip on my hair, pulling gently. "Your...whore," I admitted, the word barely above a whisper. In response, he crushed his lips against mine, his husky voice promising, "Let me show you what that means."