The Lycan Prince's Pet

"Please let me go," she pleaded, attempting to free herself from his tight grasp by twisting her arm. The intensity of his closeness made her heart race, and tears welled up in her eyes. As he forcibly turned her around, his large, veined hand wrapped around her fragile throat, pulling her close. The contrast between his tanned skin and her pale one was stark, his thumb gently caressing her smooth, delicate neck. Terrified, her feet barely touched the floor, and she stared, frozen with fear, at the man who seemed consumed by madness. His hot breath brushed against her face, sending shivers down her spine. He glowered, a menacing possession in his eyes. "You belong to me, damn it!" he growled, making her flinch away. His fiery amber gaze burned with an intense ferocity. Her chin quivered, and her full lips trembled as she shook her head desperately, trying to escape. Her struggles became increasingly desperate, fueled by her mounting fear. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring with anger. "Refusing to listen, huh?" he snarled, then released her. She took a step back, clutching her chest, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. Heart sinking, she watched him lock the door and approach her, unbuttoning his shirt, and she felt a paralyzing terror. "Undress for me, little tiger," he commanded savagely, causing her heart to leap into her throat.