He had a white knuckle grip on his beer bottle as he stared at me. I swallowed and averted my stare back to my other guests and attempted to smile but even then I could sense it came out as more of a pained grimace. Elliott pushed himself from the wall and stalked towards me; I stepped away from the table and turned back to the work surface covered in trays of food. As I reached for another tray a firm hand gripped my waist and pulled me sideways into a solid unyielding torso. I fixed my stare on the counter top but Elliott placed his beer down and with his free hand roughly pulled my chin so that I was forced to look at him. “This looks perfect Angel” and then his lips pressed hard against mine, it was a painful possessive kiss meant to send a message – mine. My cheeks heated because I hated PDA’s, Elliott didn’t offer any kind of affection towards me, his love is brutal and the less time spent being touched by him the better.
