Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect
She gave him a fleeting, dismissive glance, as if his threats were mere background noise.
Leon licked his lips, the metallic tang of blood filling his mouth. With a cold sneer, he seized her chin, his grip tightening with such violent force that her jaw audibly popped out of alignment.
White-hot pain surged through her as her jaw hung slack, dislocated. When he leaned in for a sickening, forced kiss, she couldn't even fight back; her teeth wouldn't meet, and the agony in her joint was so paralyzing she couldn't even scream.
Finally growing bored, Leon roughly snapped her jaw back into place before delivering a stinging backhand to her face. “You actually thought you could help Sarah by hacki