Emery’s POV
“I’m not a w***e!” I cried out.
He keeps calling me a w***e making my heart bleed, and I don’t seem to like it.
I felt his hands on my face as he wiped some stains of blood off me. His touch sent an electrifying sensation down to my spine, and I leaned into him wanting more and more, and then he pinched me, forcing me to gasp.
I wanted to react when I felt his soft lips on mine. Gosh, he’s so tempting and sweet. So this is truly how the mate bond works. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pleading for more, but something in me snapped.
I pulled back and quickly slapped him across the face, “Bastard”
He can’t just act as he likes around me, I might be his mate, but that doesn't mean he can hurt me and then take pleasures from me. f**k me for letting the mate bond take cont
