Elena
Archer dragged me into his room. My heart plummeted to my stomach as I stared at him. He turned to face me with an unreadable expression before starting to unbutton his shirt.
I swallowed the lump that seemed to be stuck in my throat. “You want to disobey so bad, huh?”
“I'm not being disobedient. You're just a tyrant.”
“I see that you really like giving me labels.”
“I'm just stating obvious facts.” He tilted his head before taking steps closer to me.
His hands brushed on my face, and I remained motionless as his fingers trailed on my skin. The next thing I knew, his hand was slipping under my shirt.
A loud gasp escaped my lips when he suddenly cupped my boobs and I gave him a firm push, or so I thought. It didn’t really make any difference.
“Don't touch me,” I said while
