Victor Morgan wasn't the kind of man who would let her run away.
The man was inherently domineering, long accustomed to masterminding every detail and keeping everything under his thumb. How could he possibly be as calm and carefree as he usually acted? When the people and things he cared about slipped from his grasp, it only triggered a more ferocious need for possession and control.
Just like this.
The moment Victor Morgan sensed Jessie Sterling's intent to flee, he lowered his head and captured her slightly parted red lips in a kiss.
His rough tongue slid past her lips unimpeded, claiming Jessie Sterling's territory. It tangled with her own, suckling and exploring until, in a matter of moments, it had planted its flag in every corner, flooding her with his dominant taste.
Jessie was kissed so thoroughly she could barely stand. Her hands, which were wrapped around Victor Morgan's narrow waist, couldn't help but clench, tightly gripping the fabric of his shirt.
