Aria was terrified. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "Adrian, don't… please…"
He heard her crying, yet his movements did not stop. He lowered his head, his heated breath brushing against her ear. "I want you so badly. Give yourself to me."
"I don't want this!" Aria sobbed, her face drenched in tears. "Let me go!"
"Ari, I've missed you. Don't push me away." His hand slid lower, ready to strip away her last line of defense.
"Adrian!" Aria shouted with all her strength. "Don't make me hate you!"
His movements froze. "Four years… didn't you miss me?" His lips pressed against her earlobe, coaxing, dangerous.
"I didn't. I think you're filthy." Aria forced the words out, stubborn and cold.
'Filthy?'
The word struck Adrian like a blade to the heart. For four years, he had kept
