Ravina was so hot with anger mixed with embarrassment like she had never been before. But again, no man had ever treated her like this. This man was deranged. She didn't even care to fight him. She just wanted to disappear. Cover her face. She was so conflicted in her anger that she punched him once, the bloody thick-skinned dragon. Her fist probably felt like a pillow to him.
Ravina did the only thing she could do. She dug her nails into his back and scratched him. He shivered. "Oh, I like that." He drawled.
"Bastard!" She called him wishing she had put a pin in her hair today so she could stab him.
Once they were back in his mansion he took her upstairs and she realized he was taking her to his room.
"No! Where are you taking me?"
"Where I want you to be," he said and then tossed her on his bed.
The blood that had pooled down to her face finally drained down her veins but her face was still hot with anger and embarrassment.
