Chapter 11 Please, Sir

• Annie
• When we're out of earshot I snatch my wrist from his grasp. "What's your problem?"
• He narrows his eyes, about to argue or tell me to keep my voice down, but he doesn't. Instead, Daniel grabs my wrist again and shoves me into his chest before turning around and slamming my back against the wall. He leans down and captures my mouth with his own violently. His arms cage me on either side, trapping me as his lips ravage my own. "Mine," he growls. His lips move roughly against my own and he bites down against my lower lip. "You're mine." I can't help the moan that escaped. I also can't help that much to my dismay, my lips begin to move against his, matching his rhythm. Just as suddenly as he began, Daniel pulls his mouth away.