This wasn't the first time the two of them had kissed.
Nor was it the first time Zoe Rhodes had experienced such a rough kiss from Zane Hawthorne.
But… this was different from all the times before.
Today's kiss was aggressive, rough, and forceful, carrying an air that permitted no argument. It descended like a tempest, a merciless onslaught of biting and sucking.
The base of Zoe Rhodes's tongue went numb.
His familiar scent pressed down on her, blanketing everything like the dark, heavy clouds before a storm, continuously descending, assaulting her already fragile defenses.
Zoe Rhodes's lips started to hurt. She turned her head, trying to pull away.
The instant she showed the slightest inclination to escape, Zane Hawthorne grabbed her by the cheeks, forcing her lips, which had been trying to close, open again.
Making it all the more convenient for him.
