His hand wraps around my ponytail and he pulls, forcing me to look up at him. “You disgust me, Rose. You're such a fucking slut, always enticing men and now you've upgraded to fucking them?” Fury flickers in his gaze, his chest rising and falling heavily, heavier than my sobs. For a moment, he seems to hesitate but his hand lifts, aiming for my face.

“No, Keir please, please.” I beg, blinking through my tears. “Not the face.”

“Who not?” he growls, “Maybe I should smash ...