Marcus held the woman tighter, his own breathing ragged as he tried to wrestle the animal instinct back into its cage. Her struggles only brought them into more intimate contact, and the man's heavy breathing was stirring something deep within her. Her usual icy composure was shattered, replaced by a flustered, feminine panic.
She was acutely aware that if this continued for another moment, she would be completely overwhelmed, powerless to resist the man who was taking advantage of her.
She didn't realize that the moment he had first grabbed her, her defenses had already begun to crumble.
"No! Let go of me!"
Tears, cold and sudden, welled in her eyes. Seeing them was like a bucket of ice water, but it wasn't enough. The heat in his body was a furnace now, his control fraying. His lips were drifting dangerously close to her skin again.
Driven by a final surge of modesty and self-preservation, she brought her knee up.
"Mmm…"
