William
I slammed the door between my room and Valentina's and sank to the floor. My hands were shaking, and a few hot tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. "Damn it, you fool," I hissed, cursing myself. Anger still coursed through my veins like molten lead, boiling my blood. But now it was directed at myself.
I was so confident in myself, so ignorant of her intentions and feelings, that I had taken advantage of her. I thought she wanted me. I thought she was finally falling for me, finally giving in to the feelings that, heaven help me, I knew in my heart were there. No matter how hard she suppressed them, I knew she felt for me. But I did not heed her repeated requests to stop. Indeed, my lust-frenzied brain had interpreted her actions as enthusiastic consent. Then, instead of be
