Ariana.
I stiffened when he pulled me into his arms on the bed.
In this moment I hate him and I hate myself for finding him irresistible, for loving him.
But that isn't the truth.
I wanted to hate him, even though I couldn't understand my reaction and attraction to him.
How could he be so mean and so cold?
Is this what I will have to endure for most of my life?
He'd carried me bridal style into the condo and my traitorous body had loved every minute of it.
And right after he held my upper arm in a vice like grip, I realised I felt safe and protected in his arms.
So I cursed my self and my rotten luck, a thousand times more.
I wondered why I had to have bullies in my life all the time.
I stiffened even further to stop a shiver from ripping through me, as I remembered his vice lik
