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should’ve been enough to let you know to change direction.”
    The mockery running through his tone was enough to finally make me snap. I made to stand up but he merely tightened his fingers, easily keeping me down on the ground. Maybe it was where I belonged when it came to him, but I wasn’t entirely willing to accept that just yet.
    “Alexander, that’s so easy for you to say, isn’t it? Well, you weren’t the one who had wasted over half your life pining over someone who could never love you the way you loved them!”
    “Wrong.”
    “I’m not wrong! You never wanted me like I wanted you!”
    “You don’t really believe that, do you? Are you really that goddamned blind?”
    I squeezed my eyes shut. Several tears escaped and rolled down my rage-red cheeks anyways. “Why did you do what you did this afternoon?”
    “You mean why did I make love to you?” My haunted liquid stare forced him to qualify. “Okay, make love to you rather roughly. I did it because I wanted to.”
    “And you didn’t think I’d say no?” I needed to hear the words. I needed to understand if Alexander knew something flawed about me, something that had always been there and just needed the violent nudge to be let free.
    He shook his head slowly. Lust crept into his enigmatic gaze, hypnotizing me like prey. His beautiful voice poured over me, thick and persuasive. “I don’t think you’d say no now.” Alexander released the back of my neck only to grip my chin. He bent down and carefully kissed the corner of my trembling mouth. “You never knew how.”
    I sagged against his large body. Passion’s longing burned, seducing me to follow him anywhere despite my flush of shame. “Am I just a slut to you then? Something to use and discard?” I cried out when his fingers bit into my soft skin.
    Alexander’s aggressive glare swore something ugly. Heart stuck in my throat, I stared him down and waited for the denial that never came.
    Please, please, please say it isn’t true. Not about me. Please!
    Time ticked away like it always did. Heartsick, I muttered finally, “Let go of me. Now.”
    “No.”
    “I said let go!” I yanked my chin away and stumbled to my feet. I backed away, desperate and humiliated by his poisoned silence. He stood up. Pointing one shaking finger at him, I gritted out, “You just stay away from me, Alexander! I’m no man’s slut, you hear? Anything I gave to you I gave because I loved you.”
    Alexander’s ebony gaze blazed with a fire far more dangerous than I ever remembered him possessing. He morphed into a predator ready to strike me down. I was too enthralled to have the sense to do more than hiss and spit at him.
    “And today, Sophia? Why did you give yourself to me today?”
    I couldn’t answer that. Not now, not with all the ugliness churning under the surface. I turned on my heel and stalked away. I didn’t make it far.
    “I asked you a question.” Alexander yanked me back towards him. “Answer it.”
    I exploded, enraged at his questions and furious for the traitorous part of me that yearned to obey. “Let go of me!” I slapped at his back, neck, and arm. Each blow made me angrier; angrier for sliding right back into my old habits and angrier because he wouldn’t obey. “I said let go!”
    I was dead-wrong if I thought he would take it. Alexander easily wrestled me down onto the floor. His handsome face darkened with fury so immense I thought I’d choke on it.
    “This will be the last time you throw this kind of a fit, Sophia. You will not raise your hand against me. Do it again and I will make you bitterly regret it. Now apologize.”
    I swallowed hard, attempting to bring back my tattered dignity. “Sorry.”
    “ Sincerely. ”
    I licked my lips. It was difficult to hold onto my anger when feeling his large hard body against the soft hollows and curves of mine. “I’m sorry for hitting you, Alexander. You’re right—I shouldn’t have put my hands on you like that.”
    The

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