Quickly holding his palm and pulling my hair before he ripes it off, I cried more. I have no idea if I should be crying for the pain of having your mate betray you or thrusts.

     "This isn't right" I cried, well, it just came out as a muffled sound.

      Rex didn't make any sound, just the squeaking of the bed and my muffled screams. I have screamed so much that he now has my face pressed against the bed.

    I can't breath! I can't don't want to pass out!!

     My hand remain on his as I tried to get his hand off my head. I don't want to die.

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