She yanked her hand away from him, feeling the sparks from that stupid contact already running wild in her veins, her body betraying her for reacting this way.
It made her even more infuriated.
Even her body wasn't supporting her in this.
“You are a mad man!” She hissed. “A Mad Beast of whatever you are! What was that for?!”
“You are hurt.” His voice held that calmness that infuriated her and once again, he reached for her hand.
“No!” She moved away.
“I’m not done.”
“I said no!”
“There is more.”
“I will clean it myself!” She snapped, heading towards the door and now feeling the sting of the cut that went right through her palm.
He stopped her easily, his hand anchoring around her waist and redirecting her.
“Why leave? I have all the things you need.”
“I don't want your tongue anywhere near me,” she gritted as he pushed her onto the sofa, forcing her to stay there.
When she fought him, he pinned her down. “Sit. Down.”
