Tears streamed down my face, a silent testament to my inability to react, my utter surrender.
Regret.
Guilt.
Humiliation.
I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have drunk too much. I shouldn't have let him touch me. I shouldn't have enjoyed the way he made me feel. It was all so wrong.
efore I could gather my thoughts...
He twirled me around, wrapping his arm possessively around my waist. I saw them then, his beautiful dimples, the proud curve of his smile transforming into that infuriating smirk. Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes.
Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting tha
