Time seemed to stand still for a dreadful second, and then Jocelyn’s initial shock gave way to a jolt like a lightning bolt that pierced her thoughts, jolting her out of her momentary stupor. Her eyes widened and all she could see was Leland’s face, so close she could see the pores on his skin.
She felt his hard lips press against her mouth, his wet tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. Bile and revulsion immediately rose at the back of her throat and she thought she was going to be sick.
He had her wrist pinned to the wall above her head with one hand, while the other held her firmly and possessively on her hip. Jocelyn’s heart raced as she realized the gravity of the situation. Leland was done playing games. After trying so hard to keep a distance from the man, he finally play
