Jacob
She stood up on the bed and charged at me with her fists, but I grabbed her wrists, pressing her down onto the bed, trapping her beneath me. Our faces were inches apart. "If I were you, first of all, drunk as a skunk; second of all, having pissed me off by letting that boy-toy get near you; third of all, disrespecting me in front of those kids who don't give a damn about the world and drink like there's no tomorrow; and lastly, daring to run that fragile mouth I've f****d so many times- I would mind my words," I spoke against her lips, noticing how her breathing quickened and how she shivered beneath me. "You and I both know, if I want to f**k you now, there's nothing you'd say or do to stop me. You've always been on the edge when drunk, haven't you?"
I locked her wrists with
