Jasmine Warren stiffened. Then, she looked up, her face a mask of surprise, and shouted with a laugh, "Ha! You lost! You lost!"
The man smirked coldly. "Is that so?"
"Of course you did, you—"
But before she could finish, the man silenced her with a kiss.
Her eyes flew wide in horror. She couldn't believe he would actually be such a sore loser.
She shoved him furiously, but no matter how strong she was, she was no match for him.
She struggled for what felt like an eternity, but it was useless. Not only was it useless, she somehow found herself getting drawn in by him.
After what felt like an eternity, the bastard finally let her go.
Jasmine Warren felt weak, powerless, and a little panicked...
"You bastard, you cheated!" 'I knew it. I never should have made a bet with this guy, especially not for that little bit of money.'
'And now look at me. He's totally taking advantage of me.'
The man raised a hand to caress her face.
She froze. "..."
