Emma

The knocking stops completely.

I push myself into a sitting position using my arms which have lost their strength to support my body weight.

I have to turn around to confront him.

Knox remains standing without any effort to cover his body. His shirt remains unbuttoned as his body shows slow rhythmic breathing movements through his open shirt.

Hot anger rises through my throat.

I raise my chin to speak while my knees under the skirt keep shaking.

"You do not have ownership of me Knox."

The words come out quieter than I intended. Thinner. But they come out.

His left eyebrow moves up which shows his amusement in...