"Get off of me!" I screamed to him, but he did nothing to move. He just stood there, holding my waist firmly, his lips sucking on my earlobe. As much I hated, no...despised...him, I couldn't find it in myself to push him off of me. His lips lowered to my neck, tingles shooting through my being. He bit me a few times and lifted his head away from me, then turned me to face him.
He smirked and whispered in my ear.
"You're mine now. Remember that, sweetheart."
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