Once we were back in the car, he held out his hand to me. I raised my eyebrows sharply.
"Give me the ring." He said simply and I furrowed my brows. I tucked my hand behind my back.
"Why?" He clenched his jaw harshly.
"If you think that will stop me, you are mistaken. The ring Kifa." I looked up to meet his eyes and he sighed. "You are mine today."
"I'm still engaged," I argued. He reached forward suddenly and grabbed my necklace chain. He yanked and pulled me forward. The chain snapped under the pressure but he reached back for my wrist. Before I could understand how he was over me. He had his back turned to the partition and he pinned my wrists to the leather seat behind me. He leaned over me and the way he looked at me made my body shudder.
His chest was nearly pressed against my fa
