Page 148 of The Night Before (Savannah 1)

Not so much as a glance his way. Anger sparked. It tore through him, his blood suddenly thundering in his ears. “Oh, I get it,” he snarled, his fingers roughly grazing her neck. “You’re really into this, aren’t you? You like acting like a whore.”

He heard a gasp.

Finally!

His fingers surrounded her throat. It was warm to his touch. Pliant. He tried to feel her pulse as his hands pressed against her skin.

A groan.

Pain or desire?

“That’s it, isn’t it? You like it when I’m rough, don’t you?”

“Oh God, no!” Her voice seemed to come from a distance, echoing in his head, bouncing off the walls. “Don’t!”

His grip tightened, sinking into her nearly hot flesh.

“Stop! Please! What are you doing?”

He was so hard he was trembling, but he couldn’t take his hands from her neck, couldn’t unzip his fly. He shook her then and her head wobbled wildly, beautiful green eyes fixed straight at him.

A terrified scream ripped through the room.

Jenna’s head fell backward.

Her neck wobbled in his hands.

Another horrified, panicked shriek ricocheted off the rafters, the sound echoing through his brain.

“Bitch!” He slapped her hard.

Smack! Her face twisted hard to one side.

“Oh God!” There was crying now. Sobbing. “No, no, no!”

Her makeup began to run, her perfect features distorting from the blow. Her hai

r came loose, the thick black wig falling onto the rumpled mattress, her bald pate visible in the dusky room.

A gasp.

Her head twisted to one side.

That was better.

He raised his hand again.

“Don’t . . . oh God, please don’t!” she pled from immobile lips. “What’re you doing?” She was wailing violently, nearly incoherently, panic stretching her vocal cords. But her shoulders remained stiff. Inflexible. Her face without any passion.

Something was wrong here, very wrong . . .

“Oh God, oh God, oh God . . . please stop.”

The sound of fear, the gulping, gasping sobs, reverberated through the room, yet no tears fell from Jenna’s eyes, nor did they blink. Her lips didn’t tremble. Her shoulders didn’t shake. Her body didn’t convulse . . .

He blinked. Cleared his head. His erection softened as he realized where he was and realized what he was doing.

Hell!

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