TILLY
“Don’t you dare f*****g touch me,” I snarled against his lips, swatting at his hands when they grasped my hips.
“Settle down, Tilly,” Zadeyn ordered in that same soft but deadly voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hot, stinging tears slipped out from the corner of my eyes. They left little wet trails down my temples and disappeared into my knotted hair. I was on the precipice of losing the ability to reason with him. I could feel the darkness simmering inside of him, waiting patiently to come out. His large, massive body hovered inches above mine. Poised to strike.
“Punishing me is hurting me,” I whispered. “Keeping me here is hurting me. I didn’t know you even existed up until now, but you’re accusing me of teasing you? You could’ve asked me out on a normal date, and I would’ve
