As he gradually lowered himself, capturing my lip between his teeth, he whispered, "I own you." A wave of emotion overwhelmed me, my eyes brimming with tears as I tried to deny, "No, you don't." He let out a low chuckle, tightening his grip on my elbow, "Care to make a bet, my love? I assure you, I'm ready to go all in." His voice held an eerie confidence, as if he knew I couldn't win.
Desperate to escape his grasp, I pulled away and turned away from him, saying, "Aaron, leave me alone." Despite my request, I felt his warmth envelop me, as he clasped my stomach, "Never, you know that." Hearing his declaration, a single tear slipped down my cheek. In my heart, I yearned to turn to him, to forget the pain, but I couldn't. "You betrayed me; this is your doing. Don't pretend to care now," I insisted.
He chuckled, forcing me to face him, our bodies almost touching. Before I could react, he grabbed my chin, firm and demanding, "I didn't end anything, but if you insist on pushing me away, go ahead. Witness the consequences of your stubbornness, Cynthia. I won't let you go."
In a plea, I cried out, "Stop, Aaron. This isn't who you are. I've seen the truth." He shook his head, silencing me with a passionate吻, his吻 melting my resistance. Without realizing, my hands found their way to his neck, drawing him closer. Yet, as soon as I responded, he pulled back, demanding, "Say you're mine!"
Trembling, I replied, "I'm scared. I can't do this anymore." My once-cherished mate snarled, "You no longer have a choice, baby."
