Clara shook with rage and fear, biting down hard on Lance's tongue.
He jerked back, hissing in pain as he finally released her.
"You bit me?"
"Let me go!" Clara's face turned ashen, her eyes bloodshot.
Her panic only stoked Lance’s anger. "Is this the look you gave him in bed? If he could please you, so can I."
"You bastard! Get off me!" She struggled silently, too terrified to scream.
"Don’t play the blushing virgin—it's not our first kiss." His mouth descended, teeth grazing her earlobe.
She used to melt at this touch. Back in their relationship days, this was when her breath would hitch, her body arch. Lance knew every one of her weak spots.
He'd always stopped before. No matter how badly he burned, disgust had soured his lust. He'd sworn never to claim her.
Now? Restraint snap
