Rhaella's POV.

“Can you f*cking stay still,” he murmured darkly, his voice harsh with something possessive. “Stop pretending. I know you still want me.”

I shoved at him again as panic and anger crashed together inside me, but he refused to let go of me.

He suddenly fisted his hand roughly in my hair. Pain stung across my scalp as he yanked my head to the side. And before I could struggle away properly, his mouth found the nape of my neck, right above the fading mark he had left on me long ago. Heat and pain spread through me as I felt him sucking hard against the sensitive skin...