"Granger. You will tell me what that box was and why you threw it out," he whispered.
"And if I don't?"
"I have ways of making you speak," he whispered and Hermione shivered against his breath.
"Granger. You will tell me what that box was and why you threw it out," he whispered.
"And if I don't?"
"I have ways of making you speak," he whispered and Hermione shivered against his breath.
"Because you have no idea what I'm capable of." He says, slowly gliding his finger along my breasts-causing a shiver to crawl up my spine while his hand still tightly wrapped around my neck.
He lean...