Author’s POV
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“Dammit!” Tristan said as soon he returned to his room, which practically is Zoey’s room too as for the moment there is no door between them. Tristan made it in pieces.
“I told you to stop!” Viggo growls at him. “Yet you continued to harass her until the point you hurt her.”
“She responded to my touch!” Tristan said and punched the wall. He needs a cold shower ASAP or he will return to Zoey's side of the room and take her again. He pushed his bathroom door and started the shower , but he couldn't step in. His mind is in chaos. HIs image in the bathroom’s mirror scares him, as he looks like a ghost. How dare Zoey say she didn’t want to be with him, when the moment he was inside her she stopped struggling and moaned in pleasure. How?
Because of her now he feels like a per
