The Twisted Encounter

/Riccardo's POV/

"Why did you sleep with me?" I asked, blood rushing through my veins.

"You finally kept your promise," she sighed, holding her chest.

"Stop fooling around, Eliana," I grabbed her arm, "Why did you do it?!" My voice raised slightly, fighting with the rage that is growing inside me.

"Why are you mad at me? You're the one who insisted on fucking me!" she pushed me.

"I was drunk! You could have stopped me!"

"So it's my fault now?" she sneered, turning her face to the other side as she run a hand through her curly hair.

"All I'm saying is that you were sober enough to stop it," I tried to lower my voice.

"Stop pulling your victim card!" she shifted her gaze at me, staring deep into my eyes.

"I am not pulling anything!" I returned the glare. "Now stop twisting my words and tell me the reason behind it!"

"I wanted to show you how it feels when someone sleeps with you without any feeling!" she blurted out, "I wanted to hurt you!" her lower lip was shaking.