All Chapters of I Reject You, Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"I can't hear you," he murmurs, feeling my body all the way to my shoulder and something sharp stings my skin and he cuts the tiny strap of my dress and begins yanking it down."Sinclair," I try again as he strips down my dress, leaving only my bra, panties and heels on. My eyes dart up in search of CCTV cameras. Funnily enough, there are none. Shouldn't places like this have one? Or are they hidden? Is someone watching us now? “There are cameras, but they’ve been disabled per my instructions,” Sinclair says as he pulls my panties like a string and I gasp when it smacks back against my clit. Sometimes, I forget that the man can hear my thoughts.I want to ask how he can be so sure, but he yanks down my thong and suddenly slides two fingers into me with taunting slowness. “Sometimes, I wonder if you vex me on purpose, just so I can punish you like this,” he whispers, curling his fingers inside me and he pulls them toward him.Sweat breaks on my forehead and I bite down hard on the han

In a split second, he strikes, grabbing my wrist, and his gaze locks onto mine as he twists it, disarming me. The knife clatters to the floor and in that moment, I realize I’ve only managed to excite him. How can I get to him in the same way that he did me? How can I hurt him too and make him feel as helpless as I did in those moments where I’d walked through the hallway with people staring at me and hiding their laughter?Anger builds and I aim a kick for his side. He lets go of my hand and sidesteps like I’m a stupid child throwing a tantrum. “You’re a bloody psycho for doing that to me.”His smile turns ominous, a dangerous fire lighting up his gaze. “I see, you learned nothing from that.”Goddess, I want nothing more than to snatch that grin off his face. I lunge for him with my fist and he ducks effortlessly. Another has my fist ramming into the high cupboard and the wood splinters. I pull back and try again, and every time he ducks, I break something in the kitchen.Stupid, enti

"I want to take a swim," Naomi said again when they came to the pool. "You can watch, but I like to swim naked."Owen reddened and turned around. "I'll... wait by hall--""You can join me. You know you want to," Naomi purred, pulling of the jacket and handing it to him.He took it without turning around, and Naomi pushed down the straps of her chemise, letting it fall to the ground and pool around her feet. She stepped out and cocked her head at Owen whose fists clenched and unclenched. "I'm on duty--"She smiled. "No one will notice you're gone. The other three, they left a while ago to the gardens. No one's going to query you for indulging your desires." The young ones and their resistance were always so much fun.For a moment, he hesitated, but his muscles tensed and he shook his head. "I'll be back to fetch you in an hour.""What if I run? You're not scared I'll escape?" Naomi asked, toeing the water. It was cold. So cold, she shivered. She liked her water extreme. Freezing cold,

Gin“Ginevra, open the damned door!” Sinclair yells, furiously ramming into it again and again.My fingers tremble as I pull the drawers open, frantically searching for the car keys. A slight jingle catches my attention and I growl when I see several bunches of keys, all for his many cars in the garage. I push about, just as the house shudders from another one of his attempts at knocking down the door.I sight the familiar silver keyholder of his black sedan and I seize it, locking the drawer and taking the key with me so he can’t follow me.I bolt out of the room and down the staircases, tears rolling down my cheeks. He’ll never forgive me, but that’s great. As long as he’s alive and well enough to hate me. No one knows Alaric like I do. He’s not some dumb idiot. He knows Sinclair will beat him.If he’s still spoiling for a fight, then it’s because he’s sure that whatever he has planned will succeed. Succeeding means I’ll watch my mate die for the second time. It means I’ll die again

*Ginevra* I shudder as the oily sheen of the portal washes over me, making my stomach queasy. Sinclair pauses as our surroundings materialise, and he suddenly grips my wrist, pulling me back. "What--" The metallic tang of blood fills my nostrils, choking me. I step out from behind Sinclair and stop short in surprise. Seven men surround a petite figure, holding her in place as they secure chains on her. Naomi's blue eyes glow with carnal desire, and a maniacal smile graces her lips. She's covered in blood, and her porcelain skin is stained with droplets of it. I look ahead. Alaric's on the ground, and he doesn't look very good. There's a slash across his chest, and blood sprays from it. The physician is tending to his wounds, and his face is scrunched up in pain. Father stands beside him, his lips drawn with anger and reproach, and I can't help the hope that springs alive in my heart that...maybe...just maybe he could just die and this stupid