The car sped along, bumpy and fast, the night so dark that everything around was invisible except what lay ahead in the headlights' beam.
Bella Acker was terrified, unsure whether their car would plunge into some abyss the next second.
"Screech!"
The sudden brake brought about a sharp, piercing noise, and after sliding for some distance, the speeding car finally came to a halt.
Bella Acker sighed in relief, "Da… Damian…"
Before she could finish, Damian Sinclair had already turned sideways, pressing down and silencing her.
The seat was reclined, and his tall figure completely overpowered her petite body.
Damian Sinclair gave her no chance to speak, ripping off the jacket she wore with a sweep of his large hand, followed by her sweater…
His actions were rough and violent, devoid of any tenderness.
Her parched body was manhandled brutally, and the tearing pain instantly whitened Bella Acker's face.
