Orion’s POV

I bent her over the bed and pulled her dress up, grabbing her waist firmly and grinding it against me.

She struggled in my arms as I tried to pull down my pants, her breath shaky, her stubborn eyes glaring up at me like I was the monster she believed I was. Maybe she was right. I felt like a beast, my control unraveling by the second as her words echoed in my mind.

“I’m not yours. I’ll never be yours.”

The way she pushed against me—like my touch was poison—only fueled the fire burning inside me. My chest heaved, and for a moment, I couldn’t recognize myself....