The moment Seraphina Quinn heard Cian's voice, she felt like her head was going to explode.
A knot of frustration tightened in her chest, a suffocating weight like a boulder pressing down on her.
Her mind went blank—so blank she had no idea how to deal with Cian. She couldn't even think of a single word.
Growing impatient, Cian didn't wait for a response and knocked again. "Baby, if you don't say something or open this door, I'm letting myself in..."
Seraphina Quinn took a deep breath, threw back the covers, and got out of bed. She grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table and marched to the door.
The moment she opened the door, she swung the ashtray at Cian's head.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Cian caught her wrist and forced his way inside in the next instant.
He was so strong that he pinned Seraphina Quinn against the door with ease.
He was tall and looked lean, but as he pressed against Seraphina, every muscle in his body felt as hard and unyielding as rock.
