'Is this his idea of being gentle after such roughness?'
Her suddenly drowsy mind was now wide awake.
After what felt like an eternity, Georgia Thorne finally spoke, her voice muffled. "Elliot, don't you trust me?"
When Georgia spoke again, her voice had become raspy and soft, tinged with a nasal tone. "Elliot, let's break up."
She had made it clear last time—one more incident, and they were truly over.
And she was a woman of her word.
"In your dreams!" The man behind her finally spoke, his voice exceptionally vicious. At the same time, his arms tightened around her, caging her in his embrace.
Georgia fell silent, closing her eyes once more.
Elliot's gaze was locked on the nape of Georgia's neck, the anger in his chest still building with no release.
When he learned that she had come to this resort with Zane Lennox, he had been so angry he thought he would explode.
