Zara
"Not yet," Marcus murmured, his voice even and confident. "You've spent a lot of time with Alpha. These feelings are understandable, given your... relationship with him."
He said "Alpha" as if it were a curse, an insult to his essence. The disgust that filled his eyes vanished, giving way to his usual lustful, calculating gaze.
Marcus closed the distance between us, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his lips to mine. My first reactions were disgust and confusion, but he held me tightly by the waist.
His touch terrified me. His strong body entwined with mine, muscles pressing against my soft skin.
I pressed my hands to his chest, pushing him roughly, and pressed my lips together. Marcus held me tightly, as if he didn't feel the force of my touch. His hands slid gently down my shirt, teasingly stroking the underside of my breast.
