He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

**#1 in possessive 17/05/20** **#1 in sexualthemes 26/06/20** **#3 in teenfiction 20/05/20** **#48 in romance 24/05/20** **#18 in slowburn 13/11/20** **#6 in lust 29/12/20** "Don't be mistaken Renée, you are mine. If you don't want me to kiss you, fine I won't. If you don't want me to touch you fine, I'll always respect your choice but that doesn't mean you can kiss anyone else," he says through his teeth.