VAE “Why am I staying in your room?” I asked, turning around the second those heavy double doors slid shut behind him. He just looked at me and smiled. That stupid smirk that had an unwelcome effect on me. “Guess,” he said, walking over to the far side of the room. Guess? Guess what? He locks me in his room, in his personal space, completely surrounded by his scent. For what? To mark me? I frowned, feeling a wave of pure self-disgust just for letting the thought cross my mind. Never. My body was NOT overriding my head again. I watched him drop his hands and start unbuttoning his shirt. I gasped softly, instantly snapping my eyes away, staring hard at the ceiling, anywhere else but at him. Is he going to mark me? I glanced at him, then back. He’s going to mark me. I’m sure of it. Why else would he bring me to his personal room? My fingers instinctively flew to my neck, touching the bare skin where a mate mark usually sits. If he marks me, resisting this bond is goi
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