Chapter 377

A familiar presence—a man’s presence—had joined her in bed. Willow was frozen with terror. What he did, two nights ago… what if he tried that again? Even as she thought about it, one long arm reached out and clutched her shoulder, pulling her down onto the bed. Suddenly, her back was pressing up against his fiery, powerful chest. A thin layer of fabric offered no protection whatsoever against the blazing heat he was radiating, causing her to tremble like willow boughs in the wind. Understandably, she wanted nothing more than to get away from this man—but he held her fast in his rough embrace, growling into her ear, “Don’t squirm, now… unless you’re prepared for what might happen next.” Willow froze solid, not daring to move a hair. Imprisoned in his clutches, she felt as though she was slowly being crushed against a solid steel anvil, as she was cooked by the broiling heat of his body, buffeted by his bellows breath, every fiber of her being yearning to submit to his mascul