I hated that I was enjoying his lips assault mine. I hated that I loved the rage oozing off of him as he pillaged my mouth and exercised dominance.I hated that his hands were crawling up my waist and gently squeezing my firm butt.

I hated even more that I was allowing this.

I had loved him and given him everything I was worth back then, but he'd taken it for granted and made a fool out of me.

He was back. Begging. Because his marriage with the love of his life was not going according to ...