Jane held her breath the moment she felt Fredrick pull his face closer to hers. She didn't like him—in fact, she despised him—so the mere thought of his lips on hers felt disgusting and repulsive. But what choice did she have? She needed his help, and this was the price she had to pay.
"Release your breath before you suffocate. Try to enjoy me, even though I know you won't," Fredrick said, his voice laced with amusement. His eyes locked onto hers as he tilted his head, already leaning in for a kiss.
At his words, Jane's eyes flew open, only to find his face mere inches from hers. His intense gaze bore into her before slowly drifting downward, settling on her lips. Without hesitation or warning, he crushed his mouth against hers.
A wave of revulsion surged through Jane. Instinctively, she tried to recoil, but Fredrick's grip tightened, pulling her even closer. Trapped, she had no choice but to relent, forcing herself to relax against him.
