Chapter 121 Denial
My eyes widened, ’What the hell is wrong with him? Lately, he has been behaving weirdly. First he was jealous, then he got touchy, then cold, and now all of a sudden he wants to... is he stressed or what?’
"Master..." I shakily placed my hands on his chest. ’Damn, wow... They are strong and well-toned. It feels so good... okay, get your head together.’
I swallowed. "Why do you want to continue from where we stopped the last time... I thought you didn’t like to touch women.."
I yelped, as he suddenly flipped me onto the bed, his arms trapping me under his weight. "Master." I squeak.
"I don’t touch women, but I did help someone get released when she was so desperate that I even thought she might die... Do you really want to bring that up now?" his eyes narrowed at me.
My cheeks turned red like a tomato. "I don’t know what you are talking about?" I turned my face away.
He scoffed. My body tensed when I felt his hot breath on the side of my neck. "Liar," he muttered against the crook of my neck.
My body shuddered, my breath hitched. My fingers dug into the bed sheet.
"Are... Are you in my head?" I stuttered.
Damon clicked his tongue. "It seems like I have been too soft on you." A low growl rumbled from his chest.
I should be scared of hearing his growl, right? But why is heat pooling at the lower part of my abdomen?