"Time for the real game, sweetheart," he whispered, the endearment sounding more like a threat than a caress.
Without waiting for her response, he grabbed her waist and hauled her up from the edge of the bed, spinning her around so she was facedown on the mattress. He pressed her chest into the cool silk, his heavy body descending upon her like a mountain of muscle. Trisha let out a muffled whimper as she felt his-weight, the-raw power of him pinning her down.
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