Zane had been ready to leave, but now he turned back with predatory intent.
Joanne sensed danger, but before she could scramble off the couch, he pounced on her again.
She couldn't pinpoint what she'd said to trigger him, but his movements were rough—completely unlike the composed man she knew.
She'd always thought of Zane as a gentle gentleman, even in their most intimate moments.
Yet now, every trace of that tenderness had vanished.
He violently ripped her clothes, leaving angry marks on her neck as she twisted away. "Stop! How am I supposed to face anyone like this?"
Zane growled with dark amusement. "Feel free to return the favor."
Joanne scowled. "Mr. Grey, if you're going to destroy me, at least tell me why."
"Want redemption?" His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "Then sho
