Brenda would have backed down and run if not for Ross catching one of her trembling hands and yanking her hard into him.
"Got you," Ross said in a low, mocking voice, pulling her flush against his solid chest. Brenda gasped, her soft body colliding helplessly with his.
Ross lowered his head slightly, taking a long, deep breath, savoring the fresh, intoxicating scent of the mature beauty he now held captive.
Her perfume, mixed with the natural warmth of her skin, was irresistible to him. To Ross, she was no longer just Thomas's mother—she was a ripe, delectable prize meant solely for his enjoyment.
"Get away from her! Ross, I swear to God, I'm going to kill you! I'll—" Thomas shouted, his voice cracking with rage and desperation.
But before he could even finish, an invisible force slammed into his throat like a giant hand. Thomas choked, his eyes bulging, his voice cut off mid-roar.
