FORSYTHIA’S POV
“Mine!” Mak roared before his teeth sank into the skin of my neck.
My entire body froze. Every sense ceased to function. I could only think of the way Draco had touched me—remembering how utterly passive I had been when he took my first time. Afterward, he had mocked it, despised it, just to make Jill happy.
Why was I letting myself fall into this situation again?
Mak’s hand was on my chest, his growl vibrating against my ear, suppressing all my resistance and logic. He lifted his face, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and rage. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"You are mine. You belong to no one else. Do you hear me?" his voice was hoarse, cold, and possessive.
My heart hammered harder. My body nodded instinctively. My throat tightened. Once again
