LUSTily : Diff. Forbidden Love Stories
There, right on the curve of her neck where her hair didn't quite cover, was a dark, purple red mark.
Ronan hadn't just taken her; he had marked her. And she knew, with a sinking feeling in her gut, that a man like Ronan didn't do anything by accident.
Rissa stared at the reflection in the mirror, her chest heaving, she hated him! She hated Ronan for his arrogance, for the way he had been riling her up and poking at her patience since the very day she had moved into this cursed estate.
He looked like a predator who enjoyed watching her squirm under his gaze, and last night, he had finally found a way to truly break her.