Freya's POV
Alarm bells screamed in my head as I stared at Jasper in complete shock. Never in my worst nightmares had I imagined he could sink to such disgusting depths.
"Jasper Tristan! This is assault! Get out of here right now or I'll—" My words cut off in a shriek as he lunged forward, trying to drag me inside the apartment.
Every survival instinct I possessed kicked in. My fingers locked around the doorframe like a vise, refusing to let him pull me into that trap. Once that door slammed shut, I would be completely at his mercy.
"Somebody help me! Help—" I opened my mouth to scream, but the sick bastard actually had the nerve to lean down and force his lips against mine.
I twisted my head away violently, fighting with everything I had. My hand scrambled blindly across the shoe rack, grabbing whatever I could find and swinging it at his head with all my strength.
