Connor doesn’t lay a harsh strike on her nor does he allow her to connect, it becomes more like a training battle, Leilani becoming more and more upset as everything becomes clearer.
Connor grabs her and throws her onto his desk, landing heavily on top of her, pinning both arms above her head with one hand and pinning her legs down with his own. Leilani still thrashes, her self-preservation in overdrive.
This man in front of her, she knows that he can hurt her more than the other two combined, because she thought he was different, she thought he was good, she thought they had a connection, she thought they had something real.
That soft apricot scent fills his nostrils once more, he has tried others to get her out of his system, he has tried to convince himself that it was just a one-nig
