"Annabelle Linton, say that again if you have the fucking guts!"
"I could say it a hundred times and it wouldn't change a thing! Leona Grant, you mean nothing to me anymore. Don't think your yelling and anger will make me apologize or back down in fear!" Annabelle Linton retorted, resolute and with nothing left to lose.
"Good. Good!" Leona Grant snarled, a laugh escaping him in his fury.
'I have no place in her heart? Then who does?'
'Aaron Wyatt?!'
'Damn it!'
Leona Grant's face turned sinister as he spoke, all reason gone, "Annabelle Linton, today, I'm going to show you exactly whose woman you are!"
Panic flashed in Annabelle Linton's eyes. Before she could react, Leona Grant had pinned her to the sand.
Giving her no time to react, Leona Grant ripped off his tie, bound her hands with it, and pushed them above her head.
Then, his lips crashed down on hers!
He stole her breath, his kiss forceful, domineering, and ruthless.
