Hiss!
A sudden, sharp pain on his lip made Ryan Sterling instinctively ease his pressure, giving Evelyn Grant a chance to breathe.
The coppery-sweet taste of blood bloomed in his mouth. That metallic tang felt real, grounding him.
'Evelyn Grant… she was his.'
'And he would never let her belong to his older brother again!'
"Ryan Sterling, let me go!"
Frantic and furious, she tried to push him away.
But his chest was like a wall of steel; she couldn't move him an inch. Instead, he caught her hand and pressed it against his heart.
Her palm was filled with Ryan Sterling's body heat.
"You're carrying my child now. I won't have you getting tangled up with my older brother again!"
Evelyn Grant was furious too, traces of his blood still staining the corner of her mouth.
"I only agreed to have the baby. I didn't promise you anything else!"
"Evelyn Grant, I'm obsessive about cleanliness. You know that."
"..."
'She did know that.'
