Chapter 93. It Was All a Game

Evelyn’s POV

I hit him so hard at that spot, that his tool he believed was his pride, I hit him right over there with my knee as I rose it up with force.

He doubled over instantly, crumpling to the ground, his hands clutching his cock as a string of curses left his mouth.

“You bitch!” he snarled, his voice was filled with pain this time.

I stood there, with my chest heaving, rising and dropping really really fast.

“I warned you to leave me alone,” I spat.

And then I ran.

I didn’t walk. I didn’t look back. I ran, putting as much distance between us as possible.

Victor groaned from the floor, still gripping his cock. “Shit!”

He deserved it. Every bit of pain. Every ounce of agony.

“You’re sick!” I hissed, glaring at him from a safe distance.

“I swear, Evelyn… you’re mine.”

“You wish!!” I blurted out.

Even through his pain, he still had the audacity to claim me.

I turned away, refusing to let him