Lana’s Point of View
My heart pounded hard in my chest, at first following a steady rhythm, but then, the moment he slammed me against the wall, it went into a frenzy, slamming hard against my ribcage like the engines of a train.
My eyes searched around, and so did my brain. I needed an excuse… anything I could say to get Christian off my back—but my brain short-circuited.
Nothing.
“Answer me, little flower.” I noticed the tightness in his voice as he pressed his knees in between my legs. “Who gave you this hickey?”
I jerked up slightly when the smooth edge of his trousers pressed me in my most warm area—I could tell he was doing this intentionally.
“Who the hell have you been f*****g behind my back?”
I felt some sort of irritation seeping into me.
At the entitlement in his voic
