He silenced her with a kiss.
He was fierce, his kiss filled with an anger that crushed her soft lips.
Holly struggled and hit him, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.
His kiss deepened.
Tristan Sterling was finding it hard to control himself.
From the moment he saw her in her riding gear, a fire had ignited deep in his belly.
It threatened to rage out of control.
Holly felt like the savage man was stealing all the air from her lungs.
The corners of her eyes flushed red with anger.
"Still have the guts to curse at me?"
After a long moment, he finally stopped. His lips brushed against hers, and his hoarse voice, thick with passion, was dangerously seductive.
Holly's reddened eyes were misty. She said nothing, just glared at him with hatred.
"Hmm? Do you?" he asked, nipping gently at her lip.
Furious, Holly tried to bite him back.
But he tilted his head back, dodging her.
