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 push Brendan away, but the lingering sensation of his breath remained between her lips and teeth.

Brendan's voice turned icy as he said, "Do you feel it now? That's the difference! If I were Ryker, regardless of your resistance, your clothes would have been torn off by now. With him, you won't find any respect or freedom.

"You may think you're beautiful, but there are countless women more beautiful than you in this world. He can do whatever he pleases with you. And when he grows tired of you, do