Chapter 263:
Robert's POV
Debris filled the room, but the wreckage dwelling in my chest was far greater. I couldn't believe that Julie the delicate girl who was in my arms yesterday possessed such ferocity. Even though she had scattered chaos in my office, shattering glass that sparkled like angry diamonds on the whiskey-soaked carpet, I found my pulse racing with admiration for her all over again.
I hated this admiration; I hated how erotic I found her when she was burning with rage and defiance.
I felt an intense self-loathing, a sickening feeling gnawing at my vitals like searing acid. How did I dare tell her that she was the one who asked to be fucked? How did I hurl her weakness and honesty back in her face with such filth? I knew with absolute certainty that I was the one who craved her more, that my body trembled with desire for every inch of her yet I crushed her dignity with words like poison.
