Ivana Bennett's knee fiercely lashed out at Lucas Walker's groin.
If it had connected, he would have spent the rest of his life wallowing in regret even if he survived without losing his lineage.
A hand blocked her knee—it was Lucas Walker's.
Before Ivana's blow landed, he caught her leg, simultaneously pulling it to his waist, while taking a step forward, forcing his own leg between hers.
Ivana was left dangling, only her tiptoes touching the ground, rendering her powerless to retaliate.
Meanwhile, the man's kisses were now moving from her neck to her proud chest, landing unabashedly on her through her clothes, biting softly and harshly alternately.
And that wasn't it all.
While he kissed her chest, Lucas's hand that had been holding Ivana's leg slid under her skirt.
Felling her body losing itself in oblivion, Ivana exploded in rage.
"Lucas Walker, you beast... let go of me..."
