His parents had objected to the liaison, however, and I’d never seen him again after that giddy, s*x-drenched, emotionally wrenching summer….
The cuffs bit into my wrists, and I was unable to stifle a cry.
“Stop that, Quinn. You’re just going to hurt yourself.” Mark was up by my head again, one hand keeping my hands immobile, and he took my chin in his fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes. They were steady and serious. “Listen to me. I won’t f**k you. I promise.” He released my chin and tapped the side of my face. “I promise.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?” I sneered. I needed to get to him, ruffle him, change the balance of power. I couldn’t do that physically, but maybe verbally…“Your promises aren’t worth any more than your friend de Becque’s.”
Vincent became very still.
