About the book: year / “Let me go,” I hiss. - Why? — he puts his fist against the wall, blocking my path. “Aren’t you glad to see me?” - grunts. A predatory smile appears on his face. “It’s time for me to go to class,” I try to control myself. - Baby, you understand that you are mine now? - Why would that be? — His impudence begins to irritate me. - Because I want it that way! - But I don’t want to! - besides, I have a boyfriend. - It doesn’t matter! I'll make you be mine!