He didn’t stopped when I told him to stop kissing me or when I am shouting for his lips started to draw sloppy kisses on my neck. But he did stop when I started crying. I felt disgusted for him, for another man to do that to me, other than my mate.
It feels wrong and it burns my skin knowing that I am not even sure if where he is right now.
“ You’re thinking of your mate?” he sounded puzzled an irritated. I looked at him with too much disgust on my face. I am going to make sure that he will not have me, even my body and soul.
He chuckles before he grip my jaw. “ He’s in the basement you’ve grandfather created to torture the enemy. On that matter, do you want to try your brother’s sex den?” he sounded maniacally, as his tongue traces my lips. It makes me wiggle under him.