Chapter # 33

He laughed, grabbing both of my wrists, restricting my movements to his rhythm and unwillingly I wanted to do it.

I hate him, I hate the fact how easily he could sway me.

“Ah, sweetheart, struggling will get you nowhere… What will you do if I say I want to do it now? hmm?” He teased, brushing his nose against my cheeks, inhaling the scent in his soul.

The restlessness was nothing but a call of a heathen- at least to me. “Shut the hell up!” I hissed, trying to push him away, he laughed at my vulnerability and moved back, letting me go.

“Go the hell!” I pointed my middle finger at with a scowl over my face but he was utterly amused by my display of anger and continued to smirk.

I stomped away followed by the sound of his laugh echoing in the hallway which the more I hear, the more it pissed me off badly, infuriating me to think he was could do this to me so easily-

Well they call him a seductor and us being mates enhance the intensity of his actions.

“What does he think of hi