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.

Jasper's hands roamed freely, heightening the heated, intimate atmosphere. He reached for the remote on the coffee table, dimming the lights to create a romantic, shadowy ambiance.

utterly lost in the moment. It wasn't until a sharp pain

his kiss, pounding her fists weakly against his chest. "Jasper, you

Imogen," Jasper murmured, his voice

her thoughts of divorce. He wanted to leave her with no room to escape him. Before, he had avoided touching her, hoping she would fall in love with him first. But now, that hope

him, overwhelmed by pain, fear, and anger, feeling utterly disrespected. He had

But now, she despised him, a hatred born from her frustration and rage. She didn't know how she endured

whispered apologies, yet remained unyielding in his desire to possess

Imogen retreated to her room and took a shower. With her aching legs,

room, Jasper sat on the couch after putting on his clothes. He stared solemnly at the blood-stained couch, lost in

hate him for this. The

back on the couch. With an arm draping over them to block out the light, Jasper remained silent, battling

couch was