Her answer satisfies me. Without warning, I reach out and pull her into my lap. She struggles against me, pushing at my chest, but I don’t budge. Her attempts to escape only make me press her body closer to mine. I can feel every curve, every breath.
“Let me go,” she demands breathlessly.
I ignore her protests, my hand moving up the back of her neck, my fingers threading through her hair. “All your life, you have been taken advantage of,” I say quietly, though there’s a mocking edge to my words. “Getting back at Andrew will be the first time you take a stand for yourself.” My other hand trails along her collarbone, and I feel her shiver despite her resistance. “Do you want to remain weak for the rest of your life?”
Fire flashes in her green eyes, and I can practically feel the anger rad
