Adina's POV

I pushed against his chest, my hands splayed out to create space between us. His kiss was a fire, an intense mixture of anger and passion, and it was taking my breath away. He was punishing me, and a small part of me knew I deserved it. But the other part, the one that was terrified and hurting, needed him to stop.

"Stop," I whispered, the word muffled against his lips. "Nathan, please. Stop."

But he didn't. His kiss grew more desperate, his hands moving from my face to my ...