Savanna’s P O V

“Gray, stop!” I cried out as soon as he pulled away from the hard kiss he had just given me, but the sound was muffled by his hand, covering my mouth. He held me firmly against him, turning me around, and I was now facing the counter as he pushed his body against my back.

“This is what you like, right?” he whispered into my ear.

My legs flailed into the fridge opening it, knocking over a tub of cheese that exploded on the kitchen floor. Another ...