"You're not being fair!" Nikolas spat.
Viviana scoffed out a laugh. "Fair?"
"I give you myself, the whole of me, and you're just going to toss me away like this without even using me? No, you don't get to decide that."
"You've gone mad."
"Maybe!" His jaw locked as he leaned in closer, so near that the tips of his hair brushed against her forehead. "I want you to use me. I've gladly given myself to you, what more can I give? Didn't you say I was yours? That I belonged to you? You don't get to dump me however you please after saying that to me. I refuse."
She blinked at him, confused. "Have you lost your mind?"
"What did I tell you last time?"
His grip tightened on her wrists.
