(Emma’s POV)
I hated him. I hated him with every fiber of my being. Every time he touched me, it was like he had control over something deeper than just my body. It felt like he had control over my soul, and that terrified me.
My mind screamed at me to stop him, to pull away, to fight back—but my body betrayed me every single time. His touch, his dominance, it stirred something deep inside me. I had never felt this out of control in my life, and it was maddening.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers trembling as I pulled my shirt back down, covering the skin he had exposed. My body burned from his touch, and I hated how much I wanted to hate him. But every time I thought about pushing him away, a part of me remembered the way his lips had claimed mine, the way his hands had touched
