Aria’s POV
Getting up off the ground, I shoved past him. I didn’t get far before his hand reached out to grab my shoulder. Spinning around, I grabbed him and pushed him. He flew backwards and landed on his back on the bed. Climbing on top of him, my legs straddling either side of his hips, anger and fear began taking over.
“Is this what you want? To see me break, to lose control? So, you can prove I’m the monster you think I am, to give you a reason to kill me?” I screamed. Lifting his shoulders, I slammed him back onto the bed.
He had a look on his face I was having trouble deciphering. He didn’t look happy, just concerned, sad. Reaching his hand up, he placed it on my cheek, his thumb tracing the veins that were exposed under my eyes. His touch sent shivers down my spine. My body want
