The green-eyed man smirked as he observed the reddened skin on her neck. “You are a delicate woman, Olivia.”
“Screw you,” she yelled.
“Oh, that’s what I am going to do with you… screwing you.” He lowered his head to kiss her. Olivia turned her head aside and his kiss landed on her cheek. His eyes darkened with frustration.
“Don’t move,” he growled, tightening his grip on her hands. “Or else, I won’t be gentle,” he warned.
“Get off me, you son of a bitch… you monster,” Olivia flailed her legs, desperate to break free.
“Yes, I am a monster. You should fear me,” he shouted. “But I am not as cruel as your father.”
Olivia stopped wriggling and gaped at him, dumbfounded. She saw a trace of sorrow in his fiery green eyes. But that didn’t last long. Soon his eyes turned frigid.
She shuddered and pleaded, “Please, let me go. I promise I'll keep my mouth shut about you. Just don’t do this to me.”