NAOMI’S POV
“Unless you have the kink of keeping cadavers and having s*x with them. I told you I’d rather die than to accept you as my mate.” I spat.
His hopeful expression soon turned into a sour one.
He growled and pulled me into him by my wrists; the move was so sudden that I nearly lost my balance and crashed on his chest.
“You know, beautiful, it is said that when girls say no, it normally means yes, so does that mean...” He drawled out, pushed my hair back and trailed his calloused fingers along the skin of my neck, where he wants to mark me, specifically at the place where he’ll mark me, only if…I let him.
“You are so wrong? I can’t believe how women tolerate a piece of pure sh*t and a narcissist like you.” I scoffed and stepped away from him.
“Mind your tongue, women; you are already an exception for me as I have never asked any women to volunteer as my mate. Consider yourself lucky.”
Yeah right! Then why do I feel like I am the unlucky one, having him as a mate?