Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Upon locking eyes with Tyrone, her cheeks flushed crimson and she fought fruitlessly to free herself.
“Tyrone, release me! Don’t make me mad
Unperturbed, Tyrone nonchalantly removed his tie with a single hand, seemingly impervious to her pleas.
Sabrina was left dumbfounded. With a calm demeanor, Tyrone skillfully bound her wrists together using his tie.
Suddenly, Sabrina made a desperate attempt to resist, her voice quivering.
“No, Tyrone, please, calm yoursel
Tyrone persisted, looping his tie around Sabrina’s wrists and elegantly tying a bow.
“Tyrone, what has come over you? Can’t we discuss it civilly? Go to sleep and we can talk in the morning.
Before she could finish her sentence, Tyrone silenced her with a firm hand over her mouth.
Sabrina struggled to make a sound but found herself muffled. In her helplessness, she realized she was facing an ungrateful
man.
Damn Tyrone! Regret gnawed at her. She shouldn’t have opened the door and let him in. She should have let him freeze
outside.
Tyrone’s behavior tonight was deeply unsettling. What should she do? She was on the verge of being forced into sex with him.
Gazing into her eyes, Tyrone slowly bent down, drawing closer until the tips of their noses brushed against each other.
His dark eyes remained unwavering as he softly parted his lips and spoke in a seductive and alluring tone.
“Relax and savor this moment. I will ensure your comfort.”
Holy shit! Sabrina stared at Tyrone in disbelief, her voice catching in her throat.
“Ah.
Tyrone paid no heed to her actions and gracefully shed his overcoat. With one hand, he deftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his
robust chest in a slow, deliberate fashion...

“If you don’t like it, call the police tomorrow morning.”
Sabrina’s mood had shifted away from appreciating his physique. Her eyes widened, attempting to convey her simmering anger.
Damn call the police! He held firm in his belief that she wouldn’t summon the authorities with that threat.
Sabrina’s father’s demise was linked to Larry, yet Tyrone’s grandparents might remain unaware of this, treating her as their own
granddaughter. The Blakely Group was the fruit of Tyrone’s grandfather’s painstaking efforts. How could she possibly
contemplate involving the police?
Larry was currently detained, and any harm befalling Tyrone would plunge the Blakely Group into chaos!
In an abrupt twist, her vision was obscured.