A tremor shot through my lashes as I flinched away, trying to scramble free. “Sir, please, don’t!” But Zhou Sihan had no intention of letting me go. My nineteen-year-old skin was delicate, my face flushed crimson, like a toy for him to defile, to ravage as he pleased. His voice was pure rasp, his gaze pinning me. “Don’t what?” My gaze darted away, a girlish shame flooding my eyes. “Don’t, Sir. Thi