Holly was thrown to the ground, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
Just as she tried to get up, the man's tall frame came crashing down on her like a mountain.
SLAP!
Furious, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
The blow wasn't particularly painful, but the humiliation was immense.
Tristan Sterling's dark eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flaring within them.
He grabbed both of her hands, pinned them above her head, and lowered his face to kiss her.
"Don't touch me!"
Holly turned her head away, her furious roar coming out as a hoarse, broken cry.
"Oh, I'm definitely going to touch you today!"
Tristan Sterling enunciated coldly, a chilling glint of absolute certainty in his eyes.
"Tristan Sterling, if you dare force me, I'll report you!" Holly was terrified and desperate, her eyes bloodshot.
"Report me? What are you going to report me for?"
He arched a sharp brow, the corner of his lip curling into a mocking smirk, as if her threat were a joke.
