Let me in

In the next moment, he pressed his body down on hers, and his lips pressed against hers in a bruising kiss. 

Pain... Luciana felt as if her lips were going to bleed from how roughly he was kissing her as he tried to gain entrance into her mouth. All the memories of his roughness from her previous life came back again, and her body became as stiff as a chunk of wood.

Nicholas stopped kissing her and combed his hands through his long hair in frustration. 

"Let me in," he demanded. 

"No," Luciana stubbornly said. 

"You slapped me, and I didn't slap you back; it's my turn now. Why are you resisting?" He asked in agitation. 

"It's because you are forcing me; I don't like being forced into doing something like this," she said. 

"I wouldn't force you if you stopped resisting and decided to let me in," he said, and Luciana didn't even want to say anything again. He would have a reason to justify his actions anyway.