In the entire villa, only the living room was lit by a dim, moody glow.
Outside, it had started to rain at some point.
The sound of the night rain was cool and crisp, the rhythmic patter-patter seeming to fall directly against their ears.
Kelsey pushed weakly against the man pinning her down.
The sheer difference in their physical strength and size made any real resistance impossible.
Her eyelashes fluttered violently, a clear sign of her distress and refusal.
Rhett acted as if he didn't notice. His large hand cradled the back of her head, his invasion relentless.
He was an inherently aggressive man, driven by a powerful need for control—something Kelsey knew all too well by now.
She didn't understand. If Rhett was so possessive, why was he willing to let Elise make movies?
As far as she knew, the movie that won Elise her Best Actress award had several intimate scenes, some of them quite explicit.
