Her lips opened up to his. The tiny facets of her resistance shattered. He held her in place with arms like a vice. What tiny amount of guilt he felt melted away when he felt her melting into him.
If they found out it would be over for him. His methods of persuasion weren’t exactly kind. He had constantly inundated her with calls and messages. And when he’d skinned that little yappy dog of hers … she’d been frightened. But he’d won –
His victory drained.
The blood poured from the knife wound in his stomach.
He stepped back.