Matthew’s lips pressed harshly against hers, a kiss far from the romantic one she wanted because his anger dominated the moment. Adeline couldn't move; her palms were pressed against the doctor's hard chest, trying to push him away, but it felt like she was leaning against a stone wall.
Matthew’s kiss deepened, punishing Adeline’s lips with every second of contact. One of his hands squeezed against the back of her neck, forcing her not to move, while the other was gripped tightly around her waist, almost lifting her off the ground. Adeline could fully taste the bitterness of Matthew’s anger, but along with it was the dizzying scent of peppermint and his natural male scent that seemed to push her deeper into her obsession with her fiancé's father.
A few moments passed before Matthew sudde
