Me. “I’m sorry,” he continues. “I had to push you. I wanted to know.” I turn my head, glaring at him through my tears. “You didn’t touch her?” He shakes his head. I swing my hand to hit him, but he grabs it and pulls me into his lap, taking my face in his hands. “I had every right to,” he bites out, “especially since you’re still letting Fuckface drool all over you while making me hard as a rock for a damn week.”
