Iris Harris lowered her eyes, refusing to look at him.
Brandan Hyde held her wrist and lifted it up in front of both of them, where a faint pink scar remained. He said softly, "Promise me, even if the same thing happens again, you must not force me in this way."
"..." Iris bit her lip, remaining silent.
Brandan lowered his head and gently touched the skin of her wrist with his soft lips, carefully kissing it.
Iris felt ticklish from his touch and shrank her hand back, but the man followed her movement and pushed her onto the bed.
His deep eyes filled with an aggressive color, intensely gazing at her.
Iris held her breath, feeling a bit uneasy.
She turned her eyes away, but Brandan pinched her chin and turned her head back to face him.
Brandan's eyes were pitch black, and the oppressiveness of being stared at was really difficult to bear. Iris gently furrowed her brows, "Brandan..."
His lips descended, taking her soft lips in a gentle kiss.
