I am the first one to pull away, and the second his mouth leaves mine I slap him across the face hard enough that the crack echoes off the office walls, because whatever that kiss was supposed to mean, it was not what I wanted and it was not what I agreed to.
His head turns slightly from the force, and for a heartbeat the room is silent except for our breathing, which is rough and uneven and far too loud in the confined space.
“Don’t,” I snap, my chest rising and falling too fast while anger and something more dangerous churn together inside me. “You don’t get to do that.”
His jaw tightens, and the faint red mark blooming along his cheek does not embarrass him in the slightest, because if anything it seems to ground him.
“You belong to me,” he says, and his voice is rough and low and t
