CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
NICOLE’S POV
More tears spilled down my cheeks as he threw my dress away. I can't believe I was willing to believe he had a tint of goodness in him or that I had actually started to feel a tad bit of attraction towards him.
"What? So you are crying now?" he let out a laugh that was scaring the hell out of me.
His lips claimed mine once again and for a moment I had to admit, it was addictive and the way his lips roughly moved against mine was turning me on. Deep down I was still a bunch of confused mess. I f*****g loved his touch but the thought of how he was going to take me without my consent scared the s**t out of me as his lips left mine. I couldn't move or even blink my tears away. I could fight back but it would be useless because he had the upper hand
