Under the heat of his madness and dominance, Willow Moran trembled. Fear and confusion left her hands hovering helplessly, unsure where to go, while her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, tracing soft, unsteady curves in the air.
When he roughly tore open her T-shirt and ripped away the pink-white bra beneath, exposing her full breasts to the open air, Willow's mind went blank. The shock nearly made her faint as Marcus's burning gaze fixed hungrily on her.
Her eyes, already filled with panic, squeezed shut as if that alone could shield her. She had always despised men, had always kept her distance, yet never once had she imagined that she would end up like this, thrown onto a bed, her clothes torn apart, and worst of all, offering no real resistance. Helplessly, she allowed him to do as he pleased, step by step, surrendering control without even understanding why.
