Julian pinned me beneath him, his eyes bloodshot.
"Serena, you've gone too far."
I lay on my back and looked at his face, flushed red with anger.
He was embarrassed into rage, almost losing control.
He was afraid.
Afraid I would say he no longer loved me.
"You must have loved me once," I said, closing my eyes. "It's just that love expires. Your love has gone bad. I'm a woman. I can feel it."
"No..."
Julian was finally provoked.
He suddenly leaned down and pressed against me, holding me tightly in place before lowering his head to kiss me.
He seemed desperate to prove something.
He explored my body, trying to reignite the heat I used to have for him, trying to find evidence that I still loved him.
Because of his roughness, I felt a wave of physical nausea.
Expressionless, I pul
