Seraphina Quinn could no longer remember what happened after Rhona Langley led her out of the private room and into the elevator.
Her tears of despair streamed down her face, and her sobs made the snow-white skin of her chest heave in an alluring curve.
She was an absolutely sensuous sight.
Damian Fairchild had to admit that even now, he was powerless against her beauty.
He found the key to the handcuffs, freed Seraphina Quinn's hands, and then seized her by the waist, hoisting her up.
"Look at you. Selling yourself over and over, only to end up sold into my bed. What was the point?"
As Damian Fairchild carried her off the bed, he didn't separate from Seraphina Quinn for even a second.
The more Seraphina struggled, the rougher he became.
Unable to bear it, she could only cling to his neck, burying her head against his throat and sobbing quietly. "You bastard..."
Damian Fairchild finally found an unopened bottle of mineral water on the coffee table.
