Emma's POV
My breath came out in short bursts as Jake pinned me to the wall, bringing his face dangerously close to mine.
“What were you trying to do, Emma? Hit me?”
“Let me go and I'll show you,” I growled.
“Make me.” He adjusted my hand above my head. “Go on. Give it your best shot.”
I jerked my knee up, aiming for his crotch, but he easily blocked it with his second hand. Chuckling evilly, he brought his face closer until it was inches away from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face and my heart raced wildly in my chest.
“Oh, dammit,” he said and pressed his lips against mine.
Jake f*****g Kingston kissed me. My enemy and sole competitor in everything since freshman year. The one person I hated and couldn't stand. Yes, him. He kissed me so hard that I felt sparks going
