“Get away from me!” I jerk sharply. “You ruined my life, trampled my heart, killed my loved ones! I won’t stay with you—don’t even dream!” I say categorically, looking into the man’s dark eyes. “You’ll stay.” “On what grounds?” “Because you have no choice.” His hand suddenly lifts my dress, sliding up along the inside of my thigh. Sharp. Hot. Our bodies are pressed tightly together; our breaths mingle—yet I feel only one thing: hatred.