Chloe Reed was pinned down, her resistance growing weaker.
The smell of alcohol on him washed over her, so intoxicating that she felt a hazy drunkenness of her own.
Walker Grant sensed her relax and loosened his hold on her slightly.
SLAP!
But the next second, the crisp sound of a slap rang out.
A clear, five-fingered mark quickly bloomed on Walker Grant’s face.
All of his movements ceased. A storm brewed in his phoenix eyes as he stared straight at her.
Chloe Reed’s hand trembled from the impact.
Yet she forced herself to sound calm. "I told you, I don’t want to."
Walker Grant touched his face, then ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. A hint of madness flickered in his phoenix eyes.
"Are you going to hit me again?"
For a moment, Chloe Reed just looked at him, confused.
With a sudden, forceful tug, Walker Grant tore her clothes.
"If not, then I’m continuing."
Chloe Reed’s eyes widened, and she stared at him in disbelief.
But he gave her no chance to react, his mouth crashing down on hers once more.
This time, he gave her no opportunity to fight back.
The night stretched on endlessly.
An unknown amount of time passed before Chloe Reed’s breathing finally evened out. She lay prone on the bed while he kissed her shoulder, his eyes radiating a deep, sated satisfaction.
She closed her eyes, her voice raspy. "I’m going to take a shower."
"I’ll run the water."
Walker Grant’s tone softened.
He got up and went into the bathroom.
Chloe Reed bit her lip hard, seething with resentment.
Just then, her phone chimed. She took a deep breath and picked it up.
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