"Hot."
"So hot."
Jasmine Clark felt as if her whole body was being burned by fire, unbearably hot.
She kept tearing at her clothes and trying to burrow into the man's arms.
Connor Ford hadn't expected her to be so desperate, so he led her into the elevator, fondling her while saying, "You'll cool down soon, darling."
"So hot, so hot..."
Why was she feeling so hot and uncomfortable?
In Jasmine's mind, the face of a handsome, melancholic man appeared, and she sobbed, "Brother William."
"Brother William, why don't you love me? Why do you have to like that bitch, Enna Clark? Why will you even take Cherysh Jordan but not me?"
"William Sullivan..."
"I want you, how could I not want you? Tonight I will want you really well." Connor Ford took her to a room upstairs, threw her onto the bed, and pressed down on top of her.