"No, please!" she cried, stumbling back as he pushed inside.
"Listen to me," he said in a low, gentle rumble.
But she was far beyond listening.
He was going to hurt her.
He was going to kill her.
"Please d-don't hurt me," she sobbed. "I—I don't want to die."
She kept backing up until her body hit the vanity.
Her breath hitched.
Tears filled her eyes big, trembling tears of fear.
That terror in her beautiful gaze unsettled him deeply.
He lifted his hand slowly to touch her face
She flinched violently.
He froze.
She thought he was going to strike her.
He was many things.
But he would never hit a woman.
Still…
He had hurt her.
Fuck.
Suddenly, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his chest, wrapping his strong muscular arms around her in a tight embrace.
She screamed.
She thrashed.
Tiny fists beat uselessly against him.
When it did nothing, her body finally went stiff then limp.
"I'm sorry," he rasped, forcing the words out, words he'd never spoken in his life.
