Was there any difference?

Brendan's fist clenched tightly. How dare she question the difference between him and Ryker? It was clear...

Anger simmered in Brendan's eyes as he spoke in a low, intense tone, "Is there any difference between me and him? Fine, I'll tell you."

Abruptly, he stood up and pressed himself against Deirdre, kissing her forcefully. His strong arms held her tightly, restricting her movement.

Deirdre's surprise quickly turned into panic as she pushed hard and managed to pus