A sudden knock at the door made him freeze, his grip loosening. Seizing the moment, Anne shoved him with all her strength, catching him off guard. He stumbled back, and in an instant, she scrambled to her feet, her body trembling uncontrollably in fear and fury. Her hands shook as she wiped her tear-streaked face, her fingers fumbling to smooth her skirt and adjust her blouse.
Denis sat there, his eyes blazing with anger as he watched her.
She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist, tightening his grip.
Anne sucked in a sharp breath, her shoulders stiffening. "Please, Denis," she whispered. Her lower lip quivered, betraying the storm raging inside her. "Let me go. Someone is outside."
Denis smirked wickedly, relishing the sight of her—shaken, fearful, pleading. She looked like a frightened kitten, desperate for escape. This was the Anne he wanted—submissive, obedient, completely under his control. And the more she trembled, the more he wanted to make her his.
