Chapter 388. Asking for Forgiveness?

Proserpina

My voice had risen in incredulous anger.

He grunted, not letting me go as I struggled within his grasp. Then I lost it. He had made me suffer for months and all along, he had been playing some sick game.

My fury, my rage were uncontrollable. Unable to control myself, I struck out with my hands, my nails raking his face and biting his wrists till he stepped forward and trapped my hands behind my back, forcefully but not hurting me. I stood, my belly pressing into his bulk, breathing fiercely as I spat out,

“You SWINE! You…how could you?’ He moved to kiss me but I turned away, the tears of anger trickling down. I struggled futilely.

‘Hellcat,’ he said, growling but his face was dark with passion. He pushed me gently, and I resisted as I saw that I had made him aroused.

No, I told myself fiercely, THIS was not what I had bargained on.

I would not let him take advantage of my feelings for him, my passion that could sp