He slammed his lips into hers.
It wasn't a kiss—it was punishment. A bruising, hard crash of mouth against mouth. One that stole the breath from her lungs and left her blinking in shock.
Adina shoved at his chest with all her strength. She stumbled backward, her back hitting the shelf behind her with a soft thud. She panted heavily, her lips red, bitten, and raw from the force. She stared at him like he'd grown two heads.
This was the second time. The second time he would kiss her.
She swallowed hard, shaking her head as anger bubbled inside her. What was he playing at? She might have no backbone, be so weak, but she still had respect for herself. She couldn't continue to put herself through so much emotional pain like this.
"You didn't mean that," she muttered, her voice unsteady but firm. Her eyes locked on his, watching the war happening behind them. The rage, desire, guilt, all twisting into one, each fighting for dominance.
