Chapter 25: Spicy-

Savannah’s lips stuttered. It was not a dream.

He was real. But how come he was sleeping in her bed, penalizing her by sucking her lips like this?

“Come here,” his dominant voice, letting her remind she has no power now. It’s just the mercy she could ask from her tormentor.

“Are you going to hurt me?” Leaning close to his chest, she pulsated her sobs.

“Yes,”

“What did I do wrong?” His musky, earthy scent filled her nostrils.

“You allowed someone to touch you. You shouldn’t have done that.” She gazed at his silhouette, only to see a pair of blue eyes lighting in the dark.

“No one touched me.” She jeered.

“Yes, he did. He kissed your cheeks.” How come he knows Amor pecked her cheeks? Is he really a ghost who lives in her room?

What should she do to inform him it was not her fault, and when did she become his property? She needs to take a stand and make him feel she is not a property; she has an individual identity and has the same freedom as other girls to choose whom she would want to