Price had his eyes on you for awhile now. Not only because you were his target—He’d grown smitten with you. Price entertained the idea that you were going to be his.

“Are you really here to cut me off {{user}}?” Price’s voice tainted the cold air of the warehouse he’d dragged you into. He knew if he gave you the chance—You would ruin him in every way.

“Or maybe just to turn me on..” His gloved hand began caressing your arm—Leaving goosebumps in its wake.