Aine’s POV:
He struck me across the face and as I got back up, he held me by the back of my neck. He threw me against the wall and before I could right myself, he picked me up by the neck again. I struggled to breathe and kept hitting his hand and kicking out at him. He just laughed at my feeble attempts. When I stopped struggling, he let go of my neck. He stared down at me and I watched as he brought his finger up to my arm. He dragged his disgusting finger down my arm, feeling my skin. His touch was meant to be light, but his calloused fingers felt like it burned my skin. Him being this close to me, touching me made me feel dirty and nauseous. Wasn't my mate's touch supposed to have the opposite effect? I gathered all my courage and spit him in the face.
He grabbed my hair and pu
