Mathew's face was a mask of fury as he looked down at Claire. The toilet sink had crashed to the floor when he dragged her down, shards of porcelain scattered across the small bathroom.
Claire's entire body shook with fear and exhaustion, but Mathew's anger only seemed to intensify.
"Im sorry I didn't mean to leave——"
"I gave you a chance," he growled. His breath was hot and heavy against her skin making Claire shudder.
"I wanted you to give it to me willingly, but you wouldn't. Now, you leave me no choice," he said making Claire's heart skip a beat.
What did he mean by that? What was he going to do?
Claire's eyes widened in horror as she watched him trying to lower himself to her.
Her mind was a chaotic mix of terror and despair. She tried to twist her body away, but her hands were still bound. She could feel his weight pressing down on her, making it nearly impossible to breathe but all she could think of was a way to make him.
