Chapter 30 Touching Herself

• ***
• They were still standing at the entrance of the door, in the dark cold terrace that led to Max's room when Vesperia gasped and echoed in the passage.
• She looked at him shocked with wide eyes, his compelling angry and arrogant gaze held her and he did not let her go as he continued ripping the shirt off her. It was not hurting her at least, his actions were just like a sexy god ripping a piece of paper from her body. It was easy for him and he wouldn't unbutton the shirt, he felt like ripping it off was ripping his scent off her.