Iris Yates had no chance to dodge as he pulled her into a crushing embrace.
His embrace was so forceful it felt like he was trying to squeeze her into his very being. She quickly grew flushed and couldn’t breathe.
She struggled to turn her head away, pushing at him. "Let go of me, I’m so hot..."
When William Quinn heard her, his eyes instantly brightened. "Hot? Then let’s get your clothes off. You’ll cool down once they’re off."
His hands moved even faster than his words. In a few deft movements, he had stripped Iris Yates’s dress off.
William Quinn pulled her close again. This time, his lips fell upon her skin, kissing her inch by inch, marking her with his scent and his presence.
Iris Yates’s gaze was hollow, filled with despair.
’She didn’t know if she’d ever make it back to her country, back to her mother’s side.’
’She’d been missing for almost a month. Did her mother miss her? Was she crying every day?’
’What about Chloe and Cherie?’
’Were they heartbroken too?’
She had tried to fight back, but William Quinn had brought her straight to a remote island, accessible only by helicopter.
’There was simply no hope of escape.’
"Why aren’t you paying attention, baby?"
Just then, William Quinn’s dissatisfied complaint sounded in her ear. He bit her earlobe, not forcefully, but the tingling, numbing sensation that shot through her was like an electric current.
Iris Yates bit her lip, trembling with shame and frustration.
"Don’t bite, baby. You’ll make your lip bleed, and that would break my heart." William Quinn kissed her again, coaxing her teeth away from her lower lip with his tongue.
Iris Yates was nearly powerless to resist him.
His voice murmured "baby" in her ear again and again as her body was dragged into a bottomless sea of desire, surrendering over and over.

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