I should have jerked away. Yelled for help or demanded he let me go, but my body refused. Rather than fight off Frankie’s kiss, I fell into it. Hell, I deepened it.

I’d been kissed before, but something about Frankie was different from anyone else. He took control of my body with a simple kiss and I allowed it. In fact, for the first time since Frankie took me from the bar in Chicago, my body and mind were in complete agreement. I wanted everything he offered. I had no ...