The intense, chilling scent that was uniquely Felix Fields's enveloped her completely in an instant.
This scent was domineering, aggressive, carrying a scorching heat and an undeniable possessiveness.
All the hairs on Josie Quinn's body stood on end as her pupils constricted.
She didn't even have time to react before a large hand, calloused from a gun and shockingly strong, coiled around her slender waist like an iron clamp.
His movements carried an irresistible brutality as he yanked her fiercely into his arms.
"Mmph!"
Josie's gasp was instantly muffled by his hand. Her body stumbled backward uncontrollably, her back slamming against the cold wall.
The cold wall sent a shiver through her entire body, its chill seeping through her thin clothes.
However, what made her tremble even more than the cold at her back was the body that suddenly pressed against her front, scorching hot like molten lava.
