The Interrogator

The Interrogator

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The Interrogator "Reject me," I ordered as my fist pounded against his chest. "If you don't want me then reject me and get it over with." "Becks," Vanessa begged as I continued to beat on her father's chest. Mateo suddenly wrapped his arms around me in a snakelike vice, crushing me to his chest. "Who?" He whispered. He reminded me of the calm before the storm, where everything was deadly quiet and then all chaos would break loose. "What?" I demanded as I squirmed in his hold. "Who said I didn't want you?" He spat as he hoisted me up so were at eye level. Dark brown clashed with light ones in a heated glare. "Actions speak louder than words." I hissed. "Dad," Vanessa begged once she realized getting to me would be impossible. He looked over my shoulder at her before meeting my heated gaze. His hand suddenly fisted itself into my hair as he roughly pulled my face down to his. Our lips collided in a fight for dominance I was unwilling to lose. Flames of a raging inferno appeared behind my eyelids almost knocking the fight out of me. "You are mine," Mateo growled as he ripped his lips from mine. I snorted, "As if," while Vanessa squealed behind us.
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Edited version of "The Protector." Excerpt: "You are my mate," he said to her coldly. Tracy looked at him intensely. "What does that mean in werewolf?" She asked curiously. "It means that you are my soulmate.'" "You don't sound happy about it." Tracy said cocking her head to the side. Closely studying his features, she briefly considered what it would be like to be a Luna. "Honestly, I could care less. My plan was to announce a mate this evening. You conveniently showed up. I don't intend to change my ways. I can have any woman I want, anytime I want her. You're mine by right, so get over it." "I am not anyone's property. Especially not yours." Tracy said firmly, hiding her tormented feelings. "I refused to be used. "she said angrily. Crowding Tracy's body with his arms, he boxed her in against the bookcase and growled. "I own you." "Really? I don't see 'Property of Douche Bag' written here." Tracy said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. Jonathan's scent was strong, arousing the tickle in her nose. The heat from his muscular frame drew her body closer. Holding firmly, she refused to melt into him. Jonathan dropped his heavy gaze to the rapid pulse beating visible on her pulsing neck. Stroking a single finger over the spot where his mark would be, he caused her to shiver. "That can be rectified." he said seductively. "Try it and I'll muzzle you." She snapped. Jonathan's green eyes darkened. lunging forward, he grabbed Tracy by the throat and pulled her forward. Elongating his teeth, Tracy remained calm. "You shouldn't have done that." she chuckled. Feeling the powers surge through her veins, her grey eyes glowed a burning silver. "You really shouldn't have."

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