Phoebe Faulkner was thrown onto her back, her limbs splayed. She was already seeing stars, but now she was completely disoriented. All she could see were countless, twinkling pinpricks of light that made her head spin.
However, before her vision could even begin to clear, she felt her dress being violently ripped in two. A cold draft blew in from the window, covering her entire body in goosebumps.
Phoebe Faulkner lifted her head.
Her hands and feet were bound. Jace Lennox had tied her up when he carried her to the car, even sealing her mouth with tape. Now, she watched as he ripped the tape from her lips with a single, sharp tear.
The brutal motion made her brow furrow in pain.
But in the next moment, she had no time to register the stinging pain, because Jace Lennox was stripping off his clothes and pressing down on top of her, his mouth crashing onto hers in a rough, wild kiss.
It wasn't a kiss at all; it was a bite.
