From Emily's point of view.

I instinctively struggled against him but it was to no avail as he pinned my hands above my head.

I bit his lips hard, and the smell of blood spread all over my mouth. Still, he did not let me go and continued to kiss me aggressively.

Meanwhile, he placed his other hand under my shirt.

I pushed him away hard and said, "No, Owen. We're in the garden. Not here..."

"Are you saying we can do this somewhere else?" He smirked.

"Ha. You're really a b*stard."

"I'll show you what a b*stard looks like." He touched my neck, chest, flat abdomen, and the spot...