A raging, all-consuming anger swept through Kelsey's entire body.
She could feel it—the man pinning her down was utterly consumed by fury.
His large hand pressed down on her shoulder, so hard it felt like he wanted to crush her bones.
Rhett held her tightly, desperately, as if he wanted to devour her whole, to claim every single inch of her and never let go.
Just the thought of her smiling, her charming, gentle look for that other man… it made the anger inside him boil over. Only by being this close, by feeling her skin against his, could he find even a sliver of relief.
His kisses were possessive, his caresses rough. His hands roamed her body without restraint.
"Let go of me!" Kelsey pushed against him with all her strength, her skin crawling with disgust at his touch.
She didn't want him to touch her. Not like this. Not ever.
His kisses, his false affection—it was all just repulsive to her now.
