"Now kiss me," he said.
I instantly froze up at his words, my breath caught somewhere between fear and disbelief. I squeezed my eyes so tight, like it would be helpful somehow, like darkness could shield me.
"I'm not going to kiss you," I snarled through clenched teeth.
"Actions speak louder than words."
Within seconds, he flipped me over onto my back, and then he was on top of me. His lips were on mine, and his body hard over mine, pressing down like a cage made of flesh and heat.
I struggled, pushed him for a moment, but he was strong—unmovable, like a wall. His lips were soft, almost deceptively so, but his kiss was rough, forceful. He got my bottom lip between his lips and sucked on it. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t dare open my mouth. He made an "mmh" sound against my lips, lo
