For a breathless moment Jane lay there unmoving, absorbing his terrible words. This was the man an entire city feared. The man that played with lives as though they meant little. He held her life in the palm of his hand and now his fingers were slowly closing, crushing her because she could never bring herself to heed the warnings.
"I'll fight you," she whispered, her head still to the side. Still refusing to look at him.
"I would expect nothing less," he growled and leaned down to bite her jaw.
She gasped and tried to jerk away from him. He held her pinned underneath him and when she continued to try to squirm away he made an annoyed sound and began tugging her shorts down. "What the f**k are you doing?" she asked furiously.
"I'm going to f**k my wife," he told her in a cold voice, ya
