I was totally stunned, forced to perch on the edge of the round table, scared to death it might flip and toss me off. One hand gripped the golden tablecloth tight, while the other shoved hard against his chest, trying to push him away.
His kiss was ruthless, forcefully prying my lips open like he was out to conquer. He held me so tight it hurt.
What the hell’s gotten into Ronald?! Has he lost his damn mind?
I struggled and hit him, but aside from my hair swinging all over the place, it didn’t make a bit of difference.
I fumbled along the table and just managed to grab a wine bottle, ready to smash it over his head. But he caught my wrist in a flash and squeezed hard—my hand went limp instantly.
With a loud crash, the bottle slammed to the floor and shattered.
His grip m
