Nelson’s rage hit me like a tidal wave. His fingers dug into my arm, his breath sharp with fury as he dragged me down the hallway. The storm in his eyes made my pulse stumble.
“Nelson, stop!” I twisted against his grip, my shoulder slamming into the wall. But he didn’t. He shoved me through my bedroom door so hard that I stumbled into the edge of my desk. Papers scattered across the floor, and pain burned along my ribs.
“You asshole!” The words tore out before I could stop them.
He turned, chest heaving, the veins on his neck standing out like cords. “You don’t get to talk to me like that.”
“I’ll talk however I damn well please,” I snapped, forcing the tremor out of my voice. My palms shook, but I curled them into fists. “You think you can force me into loving you? You’ll never get it.
