Then he crashed his lips against mine in a violent. It wasn't a kiss, it was pure domination.

He tasted like the lunch I had cooked for him and the cold, entitled arrogance that defined him. I tried to push him away with all my strength, but he was an immovable wall of muscle and rage.

Hot tears began streaming down my face as he moved his mouth aggressively to my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my sensitive skin. He bit down hard on my jawline, leaving a mark that would bruise for days.

“Please leave me alone, Minho! I’m your sister! Please!” I sobbed, my hands trembling as I fought uselessly for any leverage against his much stronger body.

He didn't listen. Not even for a second. He shoved the shoulder of my dress down roughly, exposing my bare skin to the cold air of the room. Pure, primitive panic took over every cell in my body.

I opened my mouth and screamed as loudly as I could. “HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE!”