Natasha's eyes were stoned. She neither resisted nor moved. She appeared to have turned into a lifeless doll.
Sean was growing hot. He moved his hands down her arms and trailed his kisses to her neck. He drew her dress down over her shoulder, leaving wet imprints on her flawless skin.
Natasha blinked, coming to her senses. She felt his hands on her waist and his lips on her shoulder. She pushed him away.
Sean stumbled back, dumbfounded.
Natasha quickly ran to the bed and took the shard of glass she had hidden under the pillow. She pointed it toward him and retreated.
"Don't get any closer," she warned.
Sean was taken aback at first, then smirked as he looked at the broken piece of glass in her hand.
"Are you going to attack me with this?" he scoffed. "Do you think you can defeat me?"
He chuckled and stepped toward her.
Natasha shuffled her steps back.
