Chapter One
He suddenly rushed over, grasped her arms, and forcefully pressed her against the wall. Her back slammed into it painfully, but before she could even cry out, his kiss had heavily descended, silencing all her sounds.
Sofia Hamilton gasped, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, "Mmm..."
She instinctively tried to resist, pushing against his chest with both hands, but she couldn't budge him.
Her resistance only seemed to fuel his rage, as he pressed her even tighter, leaving her barely any space to breathe.
His kiss was anything but gentle, even bordering on domineering, savage, and rude—it was almost as if he was biting her, causing her lips to throb with pain. The more it hurt, the more lucid and frightened she became, the more desperately she wanted to fight back.
He seemed a bit unusual today, his kissing lacked any technique, a strong scent of alcohol occupied all her senses.
Was he drunk?
So, he mistook her for Claura Wood?
