Part 3The Villainess’s Guide to Damage Control

Before I could come up with a plan to escape, Silas charged at me.

His eyes were burning red, his mind gone. He was running on pure, primal instinct.

In an instant, his powerful arms scooped me up. His muscles felt tight and scorching hot against my skin.

I couldn't breathe.

He slammed me onto the table, flipping me so I was on top, and kissed me with brute force.

Total chaos. Our breaths tangled.

I couldn't stop shaking. Desperate to keep him from getting violent like the original plot, I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to guide him gently.

I was completely overwhelmed by the rich, masculine scent of pine and cedarwood coming off him.

Within seconds, both our heart rates were through the roof.

I was terrified, but I had to placate the beast.

"Slow down, okay?" I whispered, feeling the intense shame of the situation. "I'll... take them off myself..."

But the next second:

Rrip!

My silk top and skirt were torn to shreds.

The man was a total savage.

I had seen Silas Sterling at exclusive galas before. He always looked like the definition of a suave, sophisticated gentleman. Nothing like this monster.

I cursed his brother mentally. Who drugs their own sibling?!

I closed my eyes, shivering as I pressed against him, trying to keep it from being a fight.

"Please, just... go easy. It's my first time."

I always had romantic ideas about my first time. This was not part of the plan.

Life really doesn't care about your plans.