Melissa.
My legs weakened in defeat as he claimed my lips, his mouth pressing against mine with a bruising hunger that felt like punishment rather than desire. Every ounce of that kiss carried frustration, rage, and ownership. It flooded my senses, smothering what little strength I had left. My arms hung limp at my sides, trembling, and my body felt like it would crumble under the weight of it all.
But even as he devoured my lips, even as his dominance tightened around my throat like an invisible chain, one thought hammered through my skull, over and over: I am not staying here forever.
I wasn’t meant to be trapped in cages made of flesh and status and destiny. I would not let fate bind me like a weakling to the mercy of men who had never cared about my heart. I won’t belong to them. No
