Storytelling Time

Time seems to have slowed down as I wait for a reaction from Kane. His breathing has gotten louder, and his hot body beneath mine has turned to stone. Part of me wants to rub my hand down his body to touch him the way I've always wanted to. I push those sick thoughts out of my head. Why do I want someone that hates me so much? Why do I want someone that tortures me any chance that he gets?

The answer was clear. As long as I was his mate, it would always be this way. I knew why he hadn't rejected me as yet; it was so that everything he did to me would impact me so much more.

It was the exact reason that I wouldn't reject him either, even though I knew it would hurt so much to do it. When I left him, I wanted him to feel the same pain; no, I wanted to hurt him more than he did to me.

I wanted to prove to him that no matter what he did to me in the past or present or even future, nothing would make me fall. I'll always fight back. I'll always be the one on the winning side.

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