She pulled away from Tucker's grip, her heart pounding as his hands moved across her skin. His parents were home—how could he be so reckless? When she whispered her concerns, Tucker only smirked, drawing her closer with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. "Show me," he breathed against her neck, his words unfamiliar and jarring. She'd never experienced anything like this before, never felt so pressured. When she tried to resist, he grabbed her face forcefully, claiming what he wanted—her first kiss, stolen rather than given. "Stop!" She pushed him away hard, trembling as she straightened her clothes. Tucker's expression darkened instantly, his jaw clenching with barely contained fury. She'd never defied him before, never prioritized herself over keeping him happy. "We need to tell your family first," she said quietly, unable to meet his eyes. But Tucker's response was cold and devastating. He didn't apologize. Instead, he made it clear: she should feel honored to be with him at all. When she approached to comfort him, hoping to smooth things over, he rejected her touch with a sharp slap. Then came his demand—a condition for his forgiveness. Kiss him. Let him see her body. Submit completely, or lose him forever. She stood frozen, confusion washing over her. Wasn't love supposed to feel different than this?