Sarah
I hate being this close to Benton; my body defies my pleas not to want him. I shouldn’t want him, not when he’s been such a dickhead toward me. Besides, I’m angry that he grabbed me!
Who the fuc.k does he think he is?
“How dare you grab me like that, Ben. What the hell is wrong with you?”
He paces the floor with his hand clutched tightly in his hair. “Are you fuc.king him?”
He cannot be serious?
“What the hell? What business is it of yours what I do?”
“You’re mine!”
“Excuse me?” I jump, startled, as he grabs my upper arms with force. Jesus Christ, I cannot deal with this kind of thing again. “You’re hurting me, Ben.”
He loosens his grip on my arms but doesn’t let go entirely. “You’re mine, Sarah. I won’t share you with anyone.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know that I can
