"You are not leaving me, Georgia! Never!" Raymond roared, his voice thunderous as he yanked her by the wrist and dragged her toward the bedroom.
"Let go of me, you jerk!" Georgia screamed, clawing at his hand, trying to pry his fingers off her wrist—but he was too strong, too unhinged.
Before she could react, Raymond's strength hurled her through the air, her body weightless for a heartbeat, then she landed hard on the bed, the mattress groaning beneath her as she bounced.
Her skirt flew up mid-flight, flashing Raymond a fleeting, scandalous glimpse of bare skin, undeniable proof that nothing shielded her underneath.
His eyes darkened after seeing it.
Georgia's breath caught. She scrambled, yanking her skirt back down to cover herself, but the damage was done. Raymond's jaw tightened with fury. His eyes blazed like a man betrayed by the world itself.
"What the fuck is the meaning of this?" he barked, chest heaving as he loomed over her.
