His lips crushed down on hers.
Holly Sinclair glared fiercely at Tristan Sterling.
She clenched her teeth, refusing to yield.
Displeased, Tristan Sterling bit down hard on her lip.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
The pain made her gasp, involuntarily giving him an opening.
Their lips and teeth clashed, their breaths mingling.
Holly Sinclair's eyes reddened as she was forced back. Furious, she bit him back just as hard.
The taste of blood immediately filled both their mouths.
But the man didn't let her go. Instead, as if spurred on, he kissed her even more savagely.
She couldn't escape his grasp, couldn't avoid his kiss.
She could only endure it.
Tristan Sterling was as domineering as ever, kissing Holly Sinclair until she was nearly breathless.
A long time later—
He finally released her lips.
Having held her breath for so long, Holly Sinclair's face was flushed and her breathing was ragged. Her body had gone so limp she could barely stand.
