The massive body pressed upon her, a large hand grasping her jaw with a reckless aura, sealing her cherry lips, greedily and mercilessly kissing her red lips, forcing Clove to respond to him.
The other large hand had already reached down, tearing away her panties, the towering body suddenly pressing down, breathing heavily.
"You love him, but he can't have you. You can only be my woman, understand? Only my woman."
This woman unconsciously calling that name in her sleep ignited Joshua Hughes' jealousy and fury, utterly consuming his remaining sanity.
Such a proud and confident man, how could he tolerate the woman beneath him calling someone else's name.
He was like a frenzied beast smelling blood, ripping apart her concealing clothes. The intense musk grew heavier; the petite woman was like a pitiful prey, her body stiffened, struggling like a fish thrown ashore yet unable to escape, awaiting slow suffocation to death.
