Ian Preston's hand, which was caressing the side of her face, moved behind her, roughly clamping her neck with one hand, pulling the two of them closer as he fiercely bit her lower lip.
Their lips pressed tightly together, his breath mixed with the strong scent of alcohol enveloped her, continuously stealing her breath.
Thea Lynch's pupils trembled violently, her mind went blank, and she momentarily forgot to resist. It was as if fireworks were continuously exploding in her brain, and her ears were filled only with his clear and rapid breathing.
Insane…
For a moment, Thea only had this thought.
Ian Preston really was insane.
Realizing what was happening, she reached out to push him away, but he seized her wrist in mid-air, twisting it behind her back. This action forced her body to tilt towards him, trapped so thoroughly that she had no room for struggle.
