Dane's large frame ushered Prisana against the wall, predator stalking his prey right where he wanted her. Then he leaned in and crushed a forceful kiss onto her lips. Her lips were so soft and plump, molding perfectly to his as if they were made to kiss him.
When his lips touched hers, he knew he had to stop. Dane jerked back and searched for hurt in her eyes but instead found confusion.
"Y-You took my first kiss," she uttered.
Realization dawned on him. First kiss? Now he's done it. He was lusting after some young virgin who hadn't even had their first kiss. Regret and self-hate filled his insides as he truly was despicable because he wouldn't apologize.
"Hate me all you want. Hit me. Curse at me until your throat runs dry. Anything that you—"
