Scarlett

I scoffed, shaking his hand off me violently. My skin crawled from his touch, as if contaminated by something vile. “As if I wanted this."

“You don’t have a choice, honey,” he said with a smirk that made rage bubble in my chest. Without warning, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me against him.

The possessive gesture made my stomach roil with disgust. He used his free hand to smooth my hair before pressing his lips to my forehead.

“You look so beautiful,” he smirked. “You’re finally mine, honey.”

“Let me go,” I uttered, my voice tight with barely controlled fury as I stretched my hand out...