Chap-83*The Marks On My Neck.*

What he did was disgusting. He made sure I didn’t escape his grasp and break the kiss, so he kept his arm around my back and squeezed me tightly onto his chest.

Anger flustered me, and I ended up raising my knee and hitting him in the ball as hard as I could.

"Fu---ck!" He groaned the other half of it into my mouth when pulling away and covering his crotch with his hands. The more he squirmed, the happier I became.

"Don’t fucking touch me against my will again," I warned him angrily. Tears had blocked my vision. They weren’t tears of helplessness, but of anger.

"You dare hit me!" Daxon grunted while still hunching down and recovering from the pain.

"And you dare kiss me," I yelled at him while shaking from frustration. This disgusting man was thinking too much of himself. If he thought he would never meet a disastrous end, then he was wrong. He was next on my list.

"You!" Now that Daxon had recovered, he lunged at me and grasped my hair in his fist, "I will show you what I can do----,