Still dripping with water, Zachary’s tanned skin was a sight to behold under the blue light. There was a long scar slanted across his waist that gave off the illusion of cutting his waist in half.

Under the scar was a tattoo.

Right as Charlotte was about to find out what the tattoo looked like, Zachary grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at his enraged face.

“You-”

Before Charlotte could say anything, Zachary bit down on her cold, red lips.

Like a beast that was gnawing on its prey, he nibbled on her lips like he was giving her a vindictive punishment. His bite made Charlotte’s...