Samaira stands frozen against the wooden door, her breath caught somewhere between her chest and throat, as Vivan pins her in place. His hand rests beside her head, blocking her from moving anywhere, trapping her small frame between his hard body and the cold door

His dark smirk doesn’t fade even for a second. It only grows deeper the longer he looks into her eyes, like he is enjoying the way her breath shakes and the way her fingers tremble slightly