Savannah's POV
Death would be a mercy compared to this.
"You're aroused, Savannah."
The crowd pressed against us from every direction, and I could feel Dennis's body heat radiating through my back. His breath tickled my ear as he spoke, making my skin crawl with unwanted awareness. I tried to step away, but the movement only seemed to fuel whatever twisted game he was playing.
His hands settled on my hips, gripping me with possessive fingers that dug in far deeper than necessary for crowd control. My sharp intake of breath drew several glances from nearby strangers. The embarrassment burned through me like acid.
"That's ridiculous!"
"Want me to take care of that problem for you?"
"You promised you wouldn't lay a finger on me. Where's your honor now, Dennis Jimmy?"
