"Are you done?" Emma asked impatiently, disliking the lustful look in Damien's eyes.
"Don't move!" Damien instructed, applying the last bit of ointment to her neck, but Emma felt he was doing it deliberately and twisted her neck in irritation.
"Didn't you hear me?" Damien glared at Emma.
What was he planning to do now? Strangle her again?
Defiantly, Emma continued to twist her neck.
"Emma Hart!" Damien's final warning.
Looking at the defiance in Emma's eyes, it was as if she was determined to challenge him to the end.
The clarity of right and wrong in her gaze was so transparent, so lucid, and it was this clarity that he found so enthralling.
Without warning, Damien's kiss forcefully claimed Emma Hart's lips.
The showerhead in the bathroom was turned on, releasing a cascade of water that filled the room with a soothing "whoosh" sound.
