Erin thought Brett had lost his mind. She was forced to retreat step by step until she was backed against the window, with nowhere left to go.
She put her hand on his chest and said tremblingly, "Don't do this... It's not what you think. I didn't do it for money!"
Brett gritted his teeth and demanded, "Then what was it for? Tell me!"
Erin trembled at his roar. The answer was nothing more than to leave him, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
His patience finally snapped. He grabbed her arm, threw her hard onto the bed, and then pressed himself on top of her.
Erin struggled. "You're not fully recovered yet. You can't do this... No...!"
He pinned her hands down, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be hypocritical and say it's for my own good
