He was punishing her for her inattentiveness.
"Let Wendy Wyatt go."
She dodged his lips. Her voice grew louder, and though her tone was soft, it was firm.
Tristan Sterling looked up, meeting her tear-filled eyes.
A mist clouded her gaze as she looked at him, looking utterly pitiful.
A flash of displeasure crossed the man's lust-filled eyes.
His large hand seized her chin, forcing her averted face back toward him.
He lowered his head, his lips hovering near hers as he breathed a chilling warning, "Say one more word to spoil my fun and see what happens."
Holly Sinclair obediently shut her mouth.
Tristan Sterling was satisfied.
His lips kissed her chin, then moved to her long, fair neck...
Holly desperately tried to control her emotions and her body, refusing to give him the slightest response.
However—
Even though she inwardly resisted and rejected his kiss, her body was far too familiar with him.
