Asher's gaze locked onto Rebecca as she tended to his wounds, making Rebecca feel a bit self-conscious, wondering why he was staring at her so intensely.
Feeling annoyed by how his gaze was making her feel weird, she clicked her tongue and said, "Is there something on my face? Why are you sta--Hey!"
Suddenly, Asher reached up and grabbed Rebecca's wrists, pushing her down onto the floor.
"YOU!"
She let out a startled yelp as he rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath his body.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Rebecca snapped, her pale cheeks flushing scarlet as she struggled against his iron grip. But there was no real force behind her movements.
Asher said nothing, his eyes dark and intense as he tore open the front of her dress with a vicious tug, baring her well-endowed tits to his hungry gaze.
No matter how many times he had seen her alluring body, it never gets old.
