Chapter 20: Chapter 20
336 words<html><head></head><body><p>Anna Ross pushed the car door open.</p> <p>She had one foot out.</p> <p>Adrian Sinclair lunged forward.</p> <p>He grabbed her wrist.</p> <p>Anna was yanked back into the car.</p> <p>Adrian loomed over her instantly.</p> <p>She struggled to push him away.</p> <p>He only pressed down harder.</p> <p>Adrian shifted, seizing her other hand.</p> <p>He pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand.</p> <p>Anna was powerless to resist.</p> <p>He slammed the car door shut.</p> <p>The driver stared, stunned, through the rearview mirror.</p> <p>He hesitated before speaking.</p> <p>“The young lady doesn’t seem willing to go with you.”</p> <!-- /22796784223/Netlink/arkmoremoney.com/banner_in_article_3 --> <p>Adrian shot the driver a cold glance.</p> <p>“Can’t you tell it’s a lovers’ quarrel?”</p> <p>“Drive.”</p> <p>The driver, intimidated by his aura, quickly started the car.</p> <p>Anna’s heart ached sharply at the word “lovers.”</p> <p>It was true once.</p> <p>But not anymore.</p> <p>She suddenly became aware of their humiliating position.</p> <p>She was lying flat on the seat.</p> <p>Her hands were pinned above her head.</p> <!-- /22796784223/Netlink/arkmoremoney.com/banner_in_article_1 --> <p>Her ankles were gripped firmly by him.</p> <p>Adrian leaned in closer.</p> <p>His warm breath brushed her ear.</p> <p>“Still trying to run?”</p> <p>“The more you run, the tighter I’ll hold on.”</p> <p>The air in the car grew thick and tense.</p> <p>Anna turned her face away.</p> <p>Her wrists ached.</p> <p>“I won’t run.”</p> <p>“Let me go.”</p> <!-- /22796784223/Netlink/arkmoremoney.com/banner_5 --> <p>Adrian’s fingers trailed along her leg.</p> <p>“Why should I let go?”</p> <p>“Isn’t this what you wanted?”</p> <p>His voice was low and husky.</p> <p>“Last time, you dressed like that to seduce me.”</p> <p>A shiver ran through Anna’s body.</p> <p>“Don’t bring up the past.”</p> <p>“I’m not feeling well right now.”</p> <p>“Please let me go.”</p> <p>Adrian moved even closer.</p> <!-- /22796784223/Netlink/arkmoremoney.com/banner_in_article_5 --> <p>A low chuckle echoed in the car.</p> <p>“What if I don’t?”</p> <p>Anna had nowhere to retreat.</p> <p>She suddenly jerked her knee upward.</p> <p>Adrian grunted in pain.</p> <p>His grip loosened.</p> <p>Anna scrambled to the car door.</p> <p>Adrian braced himself against the seat.</p> <p>His brow was furrowed.</p> <p>His gaze was icy and terrifying.</p> <p>Anna didn’t dare look at him.</p> <p>She seemed to have hit a sensitive spot.</p> <p>He probably wanted to kill her now.</p> <!-- /22796784223/Netlink/arkmoremoney.com/banner_1 --> </body></html>