Hazel's mind screamed at her to fight back, to resist, but her body had other ideas.
The way Ross's touches lit fires under her skin left her dizzy, her thoughts scattering as the sensations intensified.
She felt like she was on cloud nine, caught between a mix of terror and an intoxicating pleasure she never knew existed.
Hazel clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to hold onto her crumbling resolve.
But with every gentle caress, every skillful move Ross made, she found herself slipping further and further away from the person she thought she was.
"Behave, and you won't get hurt. Be stubborn, and I'll make you regret it—not tomorrow, not the day after, but right now... instantly," Ross threatened, his voice low and chillingly calm.
The weight of his words crushed whatever resistance Hazel had left.
She wasn't like Gwen—Gwen knew how to defend herself, how to fight back.
