"No," I said, my voice sharp and clear in the darkness. "You don't get to just decide that for me."
"I can and I will." The growl was low, absolute, echoing in the empty room.
I shook my head. "Get away from me, Caius." I planted my hands on his chest and shoved, trying to push him back. He didn't budge.
"Move," I snarled, frustrated, my fists slamming against his hard chest. When he still didn’t move, I began hitting him, over and over again, my anger and frustration fueling me.
Soon, I was breathing hard, my hands stinging, my chest heaving with exertion and rage.
Caius crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles rippling and straining against his shirt as he stared at me darkly. "Are you done,” he growled lowly.
I glared up at him, more irritated than ever.
He couldn't take me
