EIGHTEEN

He kissed her again, and there was a cruelty and determination in the way his tongue stroke the tender insides of her mouth, it reminded her of when he had killed the werewolves who had attacked her in cold brutality, only now, the coldness was not directed towards them, it was against her.

With a sob, she wrenched her lips away from his, but he only pulled her back to his bed, pinning her under him. The sheets she had used to cover herself slipped away, exposing her to his hungry and cold eyes.

‘’Look at me Shira.’’ He commanded hoarsely, but she could not bring herself to look into his eyes, to see the mockery that would obviously be there, to let him see her pain. Her shame.

A finger roughly turned her head to face him, but she stubbornly shut her eyes, afraid to look at him, afraid of what she was going to see.

To punish her for that, his lips descended on hers again, cruelly, making her whimper. His hands had started trailing over her wayward body again, starting a fir