Freya's POV
"Don't tell me you're mute as well as unemotional" His words were tiny daggers, continually stabbing me in my chest. I didn't understand why he to his extent.
"Melvin, please it is Freya you love, stop hurting me" I stuttered and his face dropped for a second. He quickly covered it up with a wicked smirk, then leaned in close and devouring my lips with his own. I closed my lips as tight as I could, resisting his tongue from entering my mouth. Even though the feeling of his lips of mine felt indescribable, I knew that this was wrong for me.
He tightened his grip on my waist and the had me pinned to the bed just made it seemed forced. He kissed me hard, cutting off my airway and not even seeming to care about the fact that I couldn't breathe
Finally, he pulled away, allowin
