18. Don't Be Stubborn, Elisha!

Elisha’s POV

My jaw dropped as I heard it from him. What was he think of me, a whore that he could fuck any time he wanted?

I walked over to Arman with my mouth slightly parted in a sexy smile. Arman flashed me a grin, but he had no idea what was coming next; I abruptly yanked at his necktie, and he held his breath while staring at me.

He held my wrist, and his gaze met my fierce eyes. He whispered, "Wild...."

I drew forward so he could hear me clearly: "Go and fuck yourself, Arman."

Then I let go of his necktie and swayed my hips as I was about to walk to the door, but I was startled when he grabbed my hand. The last time I remembered, he was sitting right there, and now he's behind me? How did he do that?

"Arman—" I was shocked when he cupped my face, tilted his head, and smashed his lips against mine. It felt like he was trying to flatten or destroy my mouth. I could taste how wet his tongue was and how soft his lips were. It was both good and annoying because he kissed me agai