— Don’t rush, baby.
A tall, dark-haired man with a predatory curve of his sexy lips held the frightened girl by the hand, jerked her toward him, and pressed her into his broad, powerful chest.
— What do you want from me? — she asked in despair, trying to break free, but to no avail. Hard, tattooed fingers clamped around her fragile wrist, like shackles.
— You. Baby. Your father owes me.
— No! — she jerked away again, already with tears studying the arrogant face of her tormentor, — no! He couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t…
The last word wouldn’t come out of her mouth. The man leaned in and claimed her lips with an authoritative kiss. Her legs went weak, and she…