Tara Summer shrunk her neck and instinctively moved backwards, just as the man suddenly strolled up to her.
Liam Yancey forcefully pinned her down on the couch, one hand holding her wrists in place, the other clawing at her clothes.
"Stop!" Tara cried out in alarm, twisting and struggling.
He tore into her shirt as if he had lost all his senses and prepared to yank her skirt.
Tara closed her legs. Even though she had prepared herself to become his woman, such crude and brutal dominance was beyond what she had expected, and her subconscious fought to resist.
Yancey remained indifferent towards her resistance, pushing her down on the sofa, his breath growing heavier as he grabbed forcefully at her skirt.
"Liam Yancey…" Tara stopped struggling, murmuring his name, staring fixedly at his blood-red eyes, she sensed something was off about him.
