My heart dropped into my belly and for a second I entertained the idea not fighting him. I lied to myself and toyed with the idea of letting him do what he wanted, but disgust had my stomach rolling. The warmth of his body felt wrong against mine as he leaned forward. Without a second thought, I spat in his face. I wasn’t going down without a fight.
Fuck not fighting.
And f**k Ethan.
The audacity of this man. I hated the way he made me feel weak. I hated feeling small compared to his large frame. It was nothing like the way felt with … The spittle landed satisfyingly on his eyebrow and slid down over his eye. I was grossed out as it collected on his eyelashes before slowly dripping down between us.
I don’t care about what he wanted and I was far from the fragile girl I was when we firs
