Macy’s attention snapped back to Mr. Kincaid. He had managed to cover the short distance between them while she had been looking for a defense object. He loomed over her, still panting harshly.
Macy tried to put space between them but before she could react, he pulled her against his body. A fearful gasp left her at the impression of his erect c**k against her stomach.
For a moment, it felt like she was back in the hotel room, trapped beneath the groaning man while he used her body like a glorified s*x doll.
“Fuck.” Mr. Kincaid muttered, the word was slurred. “Damn it.”
When his lips pressed over hers, it didn’t feel good. Bile rise up in her throat, and she felt like she would throw up. With a low cry, she tore her mouth his own, shoving him away from her.
“No!” Macy cried out, tr
