Anna Jadwin stiffly turned her back to him, her face cold and indifferent: "Isn't it?"
"Anna Jadwin, I like you!" His coarse hand slipped into her nightgown, tenderly caressing her.
"It must be a very cheap kind of liking, and Mr. Bailey seems to have missed the word 'on'."
Wayne Bailey's eyes darkened with pain, and a furious anger surged within him.
He flipped her body over, his palm fiercely rubbing against her entire body...
All night long, he fondled and kissed her, lovingly touching her and leaving his breath on every inch of her body.
"Does it feel good? Tonight, I'm at your service..."
"..."
"Anna Jadwin, I want you to know that seeing you enjoy yourself brings me pleasure, too!"
Anna Jadwin curled her toes--
His desire swelled, throbbing painfully, but he held back from violating her!
She initially thought that after being beaten with over 20 sticks and barely able to straighten his waist, she would undoubtedly be safe. Who knew he still had his hands!
