I tore myself away from Jasper's mouth, gagging as I shoved my fingers down my throat, desperate to vomit out whatever he'd forced into me.
Jasper yanked my wrist back without hesitation, slamming me down into the mattress beneath.
The nausea that had just surged up my throat was shoved back down again by another violent kiss—one meant to dominate and consume. His tongue moved like a snake, slipping through the crack of my clenched lips, his saliva invading my mouth. I clamped down hard, refusing to let it travel further down my throat.
I twisted and thrashed under Jasper's grip, trying to push him off, to create just one crack in the armor so I could spit it all back out, even if I looked filthy doing it.
"What did you put in the wine?" I growled, the fury spilling uncontrollably into my voice.
"A little flavor," Jasper whispered, his lips brushing over mine again in an almost tender tease, savoring the mixture of saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth.
