Chapter 396

Steven gripped Winona tightly. A mixture of anger and anxiety coursed through her. She refrained from raising her voice; the hospital room's thin walls could easily carry sound to Jordan in the adjacent room. "If I weren't, I wouldn't have fucked you that day," Steven whispered with a sinister grin. His hands were boldly exploring Winona's slender frame as his self-restraint slipped away. In a swift move, he lifted Winona's skirt, pinning her against the wall. Trembling in fear, Winona was aware that just beyond that wall were Jordan and Alfred. The proximity to her husband heightened the peril and the illicit excitement of the moment. Winona struggled to fend off Steven's wandering hands. Her voice was urgent and hushed. "Not here, please! We can go somewhere else. I'll do whatever you want, just not here!" "If you keep fighting, your clothes might get torn. You wouldn't want Jordan to walk in on us, would you, Mrs. Zimmerman?" Steven's voice slithered into her ear with a hi