Where the Ketcher Dies

"Don't touch me," Juliana whispered under her breath. The heat radiated off the body behind her, sucking her in with the smell of timber.
"And if I do?" His breath hit her neck, sending shivers down her spine, reacting in the biting of her lip.
"Then I'll have too-" She was cut off by a hand that grasped her neck, chocking her into submission. Little gasps were the only thing that could escape from her airways. Her eyes rolled backwards as the man's body closed in around her, imoblizing her.
"That's what I thought," the soft voice rung in her ears as she replayed the sound a thousand times. Each time sexier than the last. It didn't make sense, she was a strong willed, raised by only the best of men and she was still giving into one. But not just anyone of them. She was giving into an outsider...