Emilie dropped the large book she had been carrying with her, it collided with the ground with a loud doomf, but was vastly ignored.

The look on her face was of complete and utter hatred. How dare he? She attempted to jerk away, but he was stronger than her-- faster than she was and his arms slipped around her waist so easily.

His teeth sank onto the crook of her neck and she moaned into his shoulder. She told herself it was only to stifle the noise... and tried her best to ignore the sick feeling it pulled from her stomach. Was it disgust? Or want?

"I despise you," she mumbled, digging her nails into his back.