"I don't want to rely on anyone else, I only want to depend on myself." Victoria looked at Hank Clegg with utmost seriousness, "I just want to know, what can Victoria Talkington accomplish on her own."
As soon as she finished speaking, Hank suddenly jerked the steering wheel around.
The tires screeched loudly, and the car came to a halt by the roadside.
Before Victoria could figure out what was happening, Hank, with the force of a glacier, undid his seatbelt and leaned over her.
A shadow swam before Victoria's eyes.
In an instant, she found herself pressed down into the seat.
Without warning, Hank's lips closed over hers.
The kiss, as aggressive as a storm, came pouring down.
This all-encompassing, forceful kiss, this furious kiss, this kiss teeming with possession and control, it left Victoria completely confused and overwhelmed.
Hank held her cheeks, kissing her with desperate intensity.
