Forcing back his anger, Ronald Loman stood by the bedside staring at the woman in the bed and said, "Did I make you angry?"
Annie Taylor sat up in the bed, her demeanor fiery, and without lifting an eyelid, she coldly replied, "No."
When the words fell, she lay back down, turning her back to Ronald Loman as if intending to continue sleeping.
But before she got settled, a pain shot through her wrist. Ronald Loman pulled her over by the wrist and said coldly, "No? Well, I'm angry now!"
Before Annie Taylor could regain her senses, Ronald Loman dragged her in front of himself, the already rumpled bedsheet curling into ripples like those on a lake surface.
Giving no room for resistance, he pressed his body against hers, planting rough kisses on her soft lips, like a roaring river ready to swallow her whole at any moment.
