Tara Summer's face turned as white as a sheet, "Stop! You bastard! Let go of me!"
It hurt so much! Her hand was about to break!
She grabbed hold of his hand, her lips trembling, "Liam Yancey, is there any woman you couldn't have? There are countless women vying to share your bed, each one more beautiful and seductive than the last, any one of them is a hundred, a thousand times better than me. Then why me? Why?!"
By the end, she was almost shouting. She remembered what he had said about becoming his woman. But she couldn't! The only man she wanted to marry in this life was Brother George.
Her body, her heart, could only belong to him and him alone...
"Unwilling?" Liam Yancey hissed, his handsome face darkening. He abruptly got up, his tall frame standing at the foot of the large bed, staring down at her. "I, Liam Yancey, don't force women. If you're not willing, then scram!"
