GREECE’s POV.
It’s frustrating that I can’t even control myself in front of this man. How can I hate someone so much yet my body craves him like alcohol? All my life, my father has taught me how to control myself when in heat but in front of this man, I have lost all sense of self control and awareness. My body craves him like an addiction and I hate it. He killed my family, disrespected the elders in front of me and even confined a pregnant woman to the room until she puts to bed. I have never seen someone as evil as him yet he makes me weak in the knees.
His grip on my waist tightens as he roughly kisses me. Yes, I want his hand all over me but I will be damned if I make it easy for him. He is not entitled to even touch, he is nothing but a toxic bastard. I know what is going on in his
