The Wrong Woman

Imogen found herself completely lost in Jasper's deep, commanding kiss, unable to pull away.

She didn't know when she had started to give in, but his kiss made her lose control and her body responded in ways she couldn't comprehend.

His dominant presence left her weak. She melted in his arms. Under the intensity of his kiss, she felt light-headed, her mind going blank.

Jasper's lips and tongue were tantalizing, while his strong chest felt warm against her. His body radiated heat.

Imogen's legs grew weak, and before she knew it, he had guided her out of the kitchen.

Their bedroom was upstairs, but fearing she might regain her senses and push him away, Jasper pressed her onto the living room couch instead.

Disoriented by his kisses, Imogen's breathing became erratic, and her body grew uncomfortably warm.

intimate atmosphere. He reached for the remote on the coffee table, dimming the lights to create

escalated. She was utterly lost in the moment. It wasn't until a sharp pain snapped her back to

pounding her

sorry, Imogen," Jasper murmured, his

to sever her thoughts of divorce. He wanted to leave her with no room to escape him. Before, he had avoided touching her, hoping she

He had claimed her innocence, in her moment of confusion and desire, before seeking her

someone far beyond her reach. But now, she despised him, a hatred born from her frustration and rage. She didn't know how she endured the long, painful

apologies,

shower. With her

putting on his clothes. He stared solemnly at the blood-stained

this. The realization