I struggle out of his grasp, and he finally lets me go. I rapidly twist around to face him and point my index finger at him. “I didn’t need your help,” I rage at him. “Even less your hands on my body. And let me make one thing clear: You and I will never—and I mean never—have sex together. Do you underst—” “What the fuck?” he grounds out as he wraps a hand around my jaw and tilts my head to the side. “Cad—” “Did they hit you?” “What?” “Your cheek,” he insists, his grip tightening.
AHHHHHHHHH WHO DID THIS TO YOU
