But under a breath, her eyes widened with fear as she felt Seth's lips pressed against hers.
Keira could smell the strong tobacco smell from Seth's breath, making her nauseous. And, when Seth's tongue forced its way into her mouth, she bit the vile man's lip and then his tongue hard.
This was the last thing she could do to protect her dignity, even though she knew it would anger this man, and Keira didn't like the metallic smell of Seth's blood now filling her nostrils—she held back.
She was not afraid of this man. Because if this man succeeds, then she will choose death.
"Damn it, Keira!! Why? Why are you resisting me again? Darling, I'm not a saint. I can't hold my patience as you think. My anger will explode if you force me like this!" Seth, pinch his brow, but his burning eyes stare at Keira sharply. It makes her slightly taken aback.
