In their intimate moments, Zane had always been a gentleman—never once forcing himself on her.
But tonight, he transformed into something feral—a beast unleashed.
The leather seat creaked as he tore at her dress, then sank his teeth into her collarbone.
"Zane!" Joanne gasped, voice choked with pain. "I just had surgery!"
"And why should I care?" His voice dripped venom.
Each word stabbed like a blade, twisting deeper into her chest.
Defeated, she went limp—a discarded rag doll on the car seat.
Her surrender killed his mood. Buttoning his cuffs with deliberate slowness, he studied her before sitting up.
"Get out. You still owe me," he said coolly. "When I call, you come. No excuses."
Joanne stayed silent, fumbling with the torn fabric.
The gaping neckline exposed too much skin. Cl
