I refuse to be his Mate

Chapter 23

Recap

"I suggest," he said taking a step towards me and closing the door behind him "we sleep together."

I had enough of him. I raised my hand aiming it for his face. I have become very physical lately.

However I am not very good at punching people. Damon caught my wrist centimetres from his face.

He kept a tight grip on it not letting it go.

"Leave me." I said trying to free my wrist from his hands.

But instead of leaving me, he twisted my hand behind my back and pulled me closer.

"You know what I think. I should have some fun with you before your wonderful mate takes you away from me."

My face went pale as he said those words. He cannot possibly mean what I think he means.

He couldn't possibly do that.

Could he?

Chapter 23

"Wh..what?" I said backing away from him.

"You heard me." He said closing the distance between us.

I backed away as soon as he stood in front of me. But the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed making me fall onto it.

I looked up at him nervously, waiting for his reaction.

"Exactly where I want you." He whispered only loud enough for me to hear.

Without wasting a single second I commanded myself to get off the bed. Unfortunately I was not very successful because Damon's half naked body was now on top of mine.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said struggling nuder his weight.

"umm..nothing much. Just having some fun, before your mate takes you away from me." He said suddenly ripping something.

For a whole minute I tried to figure out what that ripping noise. Suddenly I felt cold air hitting my stomach. When I looked down I saw my white shirt in two pieces, revealing my red bra.

"Mmmm......" I heard Damon hungrily eyeing my body.

"Get away from me!" I yelled, trying to move away.

"Oh commmoonnn. Let me have some fun." He said trailing his fingers on my sides.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled the anger flowing in my blood.

Next thing I know Damon has his lips on top of mine. This was not like the kiss I shared with Jason. Every time he surprised me with a kiss, I would automatically respond back, even if I didn't want to. But with Damon all I felt was disgust.

I refused to open my mouth for him, not falling for any of his tricks.

I felt his hands drawing circles on my stomach, finding their way towards my chest. His hands lingered there for a lot longer than necessary. He squeezed my left breast, probably expecting me to open my mouth in surprise; however I was not giving up. I struggled under his weight, kicking and moving my feet in all different directions.

But there was no use. He was stronger.

Next, I felt his hands moving down to my jeans. With one swift movement, he undid the button.

"No..please." I cried pathetically.

There was no use showing my aggression. I couldn't win this battle. All I can do is hope that he won't hurt me. I hate being weak, weaker than my opponent.