Tori
I don’t move. I stay frozen in place, my fists clenched at my sides, my entire body a bundle of tension. The words are on the tip of my tongue, the protest ready to spill out, but I can’t find them. I can’t give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg or plead.
“No,” I say, my voice quiet but firm. I hold his gaze, willing him to see the defiance in me. I won’t do this.
Nico’s lips curl, the smile cold and unfeeling. He steps closer, the air between us thick with his dominance. “No?” he repeats, his voice growing darker, more dangerous. “You think you can say no to me?”
I meet his gaze, refusing to back down. “I’m not your f*****g puppet,” I snap back, my voice biting and sharp.
His hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist with a force that makes my breath catch. He yanks me toward hi
