CHAPTER FOURTY THREE - INDECISIVE

PIXIE

Shifting was no use when all your energy had been drained out of you from a constant pointless struggle.

Dwight had done all but slept with me yet and I could already foresee that coming with the way his grey eyes darkened with lust each time he roughly felt up my body. He was determined to get his scent to sink into my pores, and his large frame had me pinned to the bed so much that all I could see and perceive was him. His fingers pressed against my mid again, I gasped when he made to slip in a finger but only felt my hope dwindle even less when all my efforts kept on shrinking in vain.

The past few days had been like this, Dwight made sure he had me locked up in my own room, introducing his scent to me so much that my room stank of him. Amber had come to see me a few times but Dwight made sure it wasn’t long enough before he made sure she left, and the worst part of this all was the fact that my father had given him the right to handle my well being so he used that to his own