Leah continued to struggle with what little strength she had left. Beneath her fear, an ingrained hatred burned in her chest. She would never forget that the man pinning her down was her father's murderer. Every one of Fabio's touches felt like an insult to her dignity.
"Don't... I don't want this!" Leah cried out the moment she managed to break their kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Fabio looked at her with disdain, as if her resistance were merely a game to him. "Do you truly think you have the right to decide what happens here, Leah?" he asked coldly, before silencing her again with a kiss that was far more demanding.
Greedily, Fabio began to trace the curves of her body, forcing his dominance upon her without mercy.
"Ah..." A stifled moan escaped Leah's lips as Fabio began to touch the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She hated herself for the way her body began to betray her common sense.
