Aria's Pov
I couldn’t speak.
The words I wanted to say....stop, or leave, or I hate you....It dissolved the second his mouth crashed against mine.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was wet, deep, filthy in the best way. His tongue pushed past my lips like he had every right to invade me, stroking mine in long, deliberate drags that made my knees tremble.
He tasted like anger and mint and something darker.....something that felt like ownership.
One hand stayed locked around both my wrists, pinning them above my head against the cool wall.
The other slid down my body, cupping my breast through my thin shirt before continuing its descent.
When his fingers reached the waistband of my skirt, he didn’t ask. He simply shoved the fabric up, bunching it around my hips.
“Ethan—” My voice cracked,
