His eyes bore into hers, causing Raegan's heart to skip a beat. She cautiously said, "Let's talk tomorrow."

In a low voice, Mitchel replied, "I can't sleep until I say what I wanted to say in the car."

Raegan was taken aback. Weren't they talking about sex in the car moments ago, and he wasn't interested then? Was he having second thoughts now?

Raegan's courage had waned after she asserted that. She didn't want to delve into the topic of intimacy with him.

Feigning innocence, she said, “Didn't we already finish our conversation?"

Suddenly, Mitchel pulled her closer, pressing her against the wall.

His slender fingers gripped her jaw, preventing her from dodging.

Raegan uncontrollably stiffened. Her nerves were on edge.

His deep eyes conveyed suppressed anger, and his voice was eerily calm.

"It's not over. I haven't given you my answer yet."

"Well, I don't..."

Before she could finish, he silenced her with a forceful kiss.

Raegan's eyes widened, but Mitchel didn't allow her a moment to react.

His kiss was aggressive, a relentless invasion that left her breathless.

This kiss wasn't like the ones before.

It felt Like a conquest.

He wanted all of her.

Raegan felt as though she might be kissed to death. She couldn't breathe properly.

Her eyes reddened from the intensity of the kiss, and her body turned as pliant as water. Weakness overcame her, inviting more of his kisses.

Amidst the chaotic whirlwind in her mind and her labored breathing, she managed to ask, "Are you serious?"