Zoey's eyes widened in panic as the door handle twisted sharply, her gaze darting toward Francis, who was still pinning her down. Her body instinctively began to tremble as dread clouded her thoughts. 'What if Alan opens the door and sees us like this...' The horrifying image of Alan's furious face—gun in hand, ready to fire at them both—flashed through her mind.
But Francis remained maddeningly calm. A wicked, almost crazed smile spread across his handsome face, and his hand drifted along her thigh with infuriating ease. Leaning in, he murmured, "Say you love me, baby. Say it, and I'll let you go."
'Is he seriously playing around right now?'
Zoey felt her mind spin, her fear mounting, and tears slipped free despite herself. She blurted out the words he demanded, "I love you!"
The door
