Dana could hardly breathe as Dylan kissed her, entering his condo. She wanted to protest, but her cursed body wouldn't cooperate.
He didn't take her to her condo but to his, where they had been together for the first time when she got drunk. She suspected what Dylan might do, so she didn't want to go inside the building. He almost dragged her into the elevator.
She asked for help from the guard, but Dylan just gave him a look, and the poor security guard scratched his head.
Dylan held her hand tightly in the elevator, almost hurting her, but he didn't care. He didn't speak, but his face showed his anger.
He held onto her tightly as they approached the door of his condo unit. He was using force on her. She didn't want to go inside his unit with the way he was looking at her and holding
