His kiss was wild, unrestrained, and punishing.
'How dare she look at another man? How could she smile with him like that?'
The thought burned through him.
His jaw clenched as he deepened the kiss, trying to erase every trace of that image from his mind, to replace Remy with himself beside her.
Mila struggled, turning her face away, her lips trembling.
"Let go…"
Her protest was swallowed as he tightened his grip around her waist. Her strength was no match for his.
In a swift motion, he lifted her.
Mila gasped, her hands instinctively pushing against his chest, but it was no use.
The next second, he tossed her on the bed, stealing her breath. Mila tried to move away.
He quickly climbed onto the bed, caging her beneath him. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating.
"Dominic, stop."
But he didn't. His frustration, jealousy, anger – everything twisted into something darker.
"You can't look at another man," he growled. "You can smile only at me."
