Graciela’s POV

“I want you, Gracie. Why are you torturing me this way?” he asked me in a hoarse tone as he leaned down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss, lifting me off the floor as he carried me to straddle his hips, placing me on his table. The truth is that I have also been asking myself this question for a while now. I keep blaming him for everything that went wrong in my life, I have blamed everyone else but myself, and this anger and hatred in my heart is making me push him away, it is making me deny what I’m feeling for him and...