Alec let out a dramatic, almost mocking sigh and dropped his head against the punching bag, wrapping his arms around it like a twisted lover. A dark, crooked smile curled his lips as he clung to it, his face pressed into the worn leather.
“To fill my desires, how eager you are,” he muttered with venom-laced mockery, his voice echoing around the cold room.
Melissa flinched, her face contorting with disgust for a second. Her fists clenched at her sides, her jaw tightening. But she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm the rising fury. When she opened her eyes again, they were cold and defiant, locked on the back of the man who refused to face her.
“You want revenge, right?” she said, her voice firm but without screaming. “You want to punish me? Torture me? Hurt me?”
Alec didn’t m
