His Pain

[Rosalie’s POV]

My eyes widen as I try to make sense of what exactly is happening. The scent of Diego’s arousal is attacking my nose, and I can feel his bulge pressing against me.

“Let me go,” I hiss, realizing where this is going. “I don’t know what is wrong with you, but you need to get your shit together!”

With each passing minute, my panic was building due to the memories of being in this same situation in another place at another time. Just the thought of being left helpless by another man scared the shit out of me.

“I said let go!” I repeat when Diego doesn’t move. “I’m not one of those whores!”

“Are you not?” He counters, leaning down so that his breath tickles my skin. “From the way your body is reacting, I’d say that you are. Look at you; you’re shaking like a leaf.”

Because I was panicking! How could he mistake that for actually being excited? Was he that fucking self-centered?

Yes. The answer was yes. Even if he showed the slightest bit of kindness to me today, it was clear