Jason's grip was like a vise as he latched onto her arm, hauling her back onto the plush cushions of the couch. His next move was swift and brutal, his fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back until their eyes locked. A possessive fire burned in his gaze. "You are not leaving me," he hissed, the words a low, menacing promise. His breath ghosted against her ear as he added, "We're in this together, darling."

The hold on her hair released as abruptly as it came, replaced by the unsettlingly gentle touch of his hands cupping her face. He leaned in, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that held no tenderness, only a raw, manipulative force. It was a calculated move, a power play. Then, he shifted, climbing over her until his knee pressed firmly between her legs, effectively pinning her. Escape was impossible.