“I don’t want you on your knees. I want you fighting me and hating me and fucking me like you mean it. You’re Roxanya Vega, and you weren’t built to bow to anyone,” I growled passionately. “You want me to hate you?” she asked in surprise, her gaze roaming over my features like she wanted to study me too. “I want you to feel for me. And I’ll take hate if that’s all you’re offering.”
