Chapter 5

Lawrence looked as if he finally found a way to vent. He said, "No need. I'll do it for you."

My eyes widened as he grabbed the fruit knife from the nightstand.

I instinctively pleaded with him, panic rising in my chest. "Lawrence, please, don't!"

His gaze was dark and merciless as he bent over, grabbing my wrists and twisting them behind my back.

He yanked my chin up, baring the spot just above my heart, right where my collarbone met my skin. His grip was unyielding, holding me in place.

I cried, "Lawrence, please, don't! I really get it.…