"Submit." The word sounds harsh and passionate. The man acts so bipolar, and it was attractive. "No," I answer, turning my head away from him. Unfortunatley, he uses it as an advantage and brings his lips to my neck, planting small kisses everywhere and leaving a trail burning like fire. I squirm against the wall, biting my lip to keep a moan from escaping. "Luce, darling," he whispers, his hot breath fanning onto my skin. I gasp, "Oh, please!" "Tell me," he demands. I lightly shake my head, denying his request. "Baby," his kisses continue to my jaw. "Give in." I can't stay away any longer, I press my chest into his, and manage the words that will give my mate and I pleasure, "I belong to you in everyway; I'm yours."
"When will you accept me?'' Lucian murmured against my skin. The wonderful feeling only grew as he stepped closer, the thick muscles between our layers of clothing pressing against my back. He dipped his head. I could feel his lips against my ear when he spoke. "When, Victoria? I am tired of fighting with you. I know you want me just as much as I want you. Admit it."
I couldn't.
"Admit it, Victoria!'' Lucian's voice went deep when he raised it. Goosebumps prickled my entire body as he whirled me around so that we were face-to-face. I exhaled softly, hating the dominant position he had over me. Lucian wretched my chin up. His eyes were burning with a lustful smolder.
"No." Oh, I would definitely get myself killed tonight. I knew my defiance was angering him further but saying I wanted Lucian would mean I was accepting defeat. And I didn't do that.
Love was a game and I was determined to win it.