“I will have you, Ginevra. I will have you both.”
“I…” I opened my mouth to protest. I should have screamed. I didn't. It was my second mistake; one I would make again.
He plastered his lips against mine, crushing them, slathering my face with his spit, trying to pry my lips open with his tongue. The voice in my head screamed for help. That scream, a torment. No one heard it but me. How I hated for my first kisses to be this, nothing of the romantic gesture of my dreams, but a sickening violation.
I pushed at him, gaining only inches between us. I turned my head away to the light at the end of the hall, to the next hall where I needed to run. I would have run out of my skin if I could; I no longer wanted it. His hands, hard hands that moved all over me, had ruined it. Bile puddled in my
