Lianne Lianne was caught completely off guard. One moment she was kneeling on the bed, the next she was yanked fully onto it with brute force. She fell backward, landing uncontrollably on the mattress.
Lianne Lianne propped herself up on her arms, trying to get up. But her wrist was seized again and pinned to the bed. Immediately after, the man's powerful body loomed over her, trapping her completely beneath him.
"You..." Lianne Lianne's words caught in her throat.
Seth Sinclair's eyes opened. His deep, dark pupils stared down at her.
He stared at her, unblinking. His gaze swept over her face, inch by inch, and his cold, sharp stare felt intensely invasive.
Everything about the man, from his features to his aura, was aggressive and predatory. He had a prominent brow, a high-bridged nose, and a sharp, well-defined jawline.
The sheer masculine energy rolling off him was trademark Seth Sinclair—overbearing, dangerous, and intense. It crashed over her in a sharp wave.
