Sophia froze in panic.
Her voice rose in a shrill scream.
One hand clamped over her torn bodycon skirt, the other flailed to push Connor away. "No! Connor what are you doing? Stop!"
Connor had met countless women who played at reluctance.
They said "no" with their lips, yet pressed closer with their bodies.
His desire was too overwhelming now.
He had no patience to decipher whether Sophia's protests were genuine fear, innate female modesty, or a calculated ploy to drive up the stakes.
But when it came to women, he knew exactly how to handle them.
He braced one hand beside her on the couch, cupping her nape with his palm. His voice was warm, almost tender, as he whispered in her ear, "I'll take responsibility. Just give in to me."
Sophia shook her head wildly. "No—I love Liam!"
