Mia’s POV
Xavier’s lips pressed against mine again, his possessiveness radiating through every movement. It was rough, demanding, and left no room for me to breathe or think. My hands gripped his shirt tightly, but not out of affection—I was trying to push him away.
But he wasn’t stopping. His teeth grazed my lips, biting them, pulling me closer as if he couldn’t get enough. My frustration boiled over, and without thinking, I bit him back, hard.
Xavier pulled back abruptly, his lips slightly swollen, a mix of surprise and annoyance flashing in his eyes. “Did you just bite me?”
“Yes, I did,” I snapped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Because you don’t seem to understand the word ‘stop.’ What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me?” He scoffed, running a hand thro
