"Victoria Talkington, I have a hundred ways to make you my woman. You think I can't have you?" He glared at her venomously, "I just like to tackle the highest difficulties. If you can't stand the loneliness, I can satisfy you now."
Suddenly he released her, bent down and grabbed her foot.
Victoria squealed in fear.
However, all Franklin Clegg did was pull at the gauze he had just wrapped around her foot.
With a few quick tugs, he unwrapped all the gauze from her foot.
"You ungrateful woman," he discarded the gauze, then gripped Victoria's throat, "I have never humiliated myself for a woman like this, I have never tried to please any woman like this. But you dare say I can't touch you. Victoria Talkington, tomorrow, you will pay the price for your words."
Victoria sensed danger and plotting in his words.
But before she could say anything, Franklin grabbed her arm and flung her to the ground.
"Get out! Out of my room!" He roared, "You don't deserve to be in my bed!"
