Phoebe Faulkner's tears streamed down her cheeks, landing on the bedsheets and reflecting in Jace Lennox's bloodshot eyes. But her tears were a silent rebellion, invisibly grating on Jace's nerves.
Ignoring Phoebe Faulkner's pleading gaze, Jace Lennox steeled his heart and sank down into her.
PAIN—!
The breached resistance and the searing pain made Phoebe Faulkner's eyes fly wide open. It was as if her tear ducts had frozen in that instant; no more tears fell. She just stared, eyes wide and pupils completely unfocused.
'So unwilling?'
'He'd given her a chance.'
'She'd forced his hand!'
Jace Lennox didn't want to see Phoebe Faulkner's eyes anymore. He roughly tore a strip of fabric from her dress and blindfolded her. 'If you don't want to look, then don't!'
It was torture.
A brutal, inhumane torture.
