Ciara's POV
My plan was working successfully. Breaking my kiss, he began to unbuckle his belt, all the while grabbing my left breast which he fondled furiously. He seemed to be in a hurry despite the fact that I wanted it to last long, despite the fact that I wanted it to last for as long as it could.
It was when he started to tear off the lingerie on my body that the scales seemed to fall from his eyes. Staring at me in shock, he buckled his belt and zipped his trousers.
Disappointed, I stared at him, wondering what I had done wrong, wondering what had made him come back to his senses.
"Tristian, what's wrong? Why are you stopp-"
The lust in his eyes was gone, and I could see it replaced by hate, and something else. Something that was difficult to describe.
"Did my mot
