“f**k you, Ethan. I won’t cry for you and I’ll never stop fighting you,” I promised.
“One day you’ll want me, crave me. One day you’ll love me,” Ethan murmured.
“I’d put myself out of my own misery before I ever love you,” I cursed.
“Have it your way,” Ethan said. “But I can be gentle. If not for my queen than for who? All you need to do is ask.”
I ignored him as his hands pulled open the buckles on the front of his pants. I looked away, refusing to look at him. The last thing I wanted was to have that ingrained in my mind. I felt his hands on my waist next before they slid down my thighs. When he bunched the skirt of my dress in his hands and lifted I couldn’t stand still anymore.
I lifted my head back and brought it forward. It crashed against his nose with a crack. I swayed left an
