"What’s wrong? Getting turned on?" I remarked tauntingly, now placing one hand on her head to keep her down as she struggled against me. I smirked as I smelt the very faint scent of her intoxicating arousal hit me. It seemed like she was fighting herself. Fucking stubborn wasn’t she.

"Not at all." She hissed.

"Your body is saying something else." I murmured.

"It isn't." She said coldly. "Go fuck your fiancé."

"Whether Jasmin and I get married or not, it doesn’t mean I’ll be tied to her. She knows that I can fuck who I want." I said icily.

"I'm not a homewrecker who would ever fuck a taken man." She said quietly, now forcing her head to turn and look at me, her eyes blazing a brilliant violet.

I didn’t reply. What did I want anyway? To keep her in the shadows as my fucking mistress? She was worth way more than that. I was a fucking mess. She gave me a hateful glare.

Well, if she wanted to play fucking high and mighty, I’ll show her how it was done.

I finished tracing her injuries with my tongue, wishing I could go fucking lower and taste something else too. I appreciated her ass for a second before I moved off of her completely.

She pulled away roughly and gave me a dirty look, her arms over her breasts holding the remnants of her top to her.

"Nothing I’ve not seen more." I said mockingly.

"From today on… Just don’t show me your face. I don’t need you to ruin my reputation." She said icily.

Seems like attraction changed to fucking hate quickly. Not that I should care, everyone hates me and I don’t give a shit.

"Well, you have nothing to fucking worry about then, cause you don’t really have anything I would want to come back for. I'm done with you anyway." I said harshly, smirking in victory at the way she froze at my words…

You wanna play. Then let’s fucking play.

42. Extending The Hand Of Friendship

KIARA

I hadn't been able to heal myself, although I had tried. I knew I was doing the right thing, I was doing it exactly the same way I had when healing Valentin but it seems maybe it’s just not meant to work on me, or that I need to practise a little more.

I had got up and began walking back to the mansion slowly. Goddess, did it hurt. Alejandro gave me hot and cold signals, I wanted to hate him but then a part of me wanted to believe he cared. Even a little.

But now as Alejandro just shot that painful remark at me, I wasn’t sure if I should get pissed off or just laugh. He’s the one who couldn't keep his damn hands off me.

Yes, he looked absolutely delicious in only those oversized basketball shorts that hung so low on his hips. It was a mission not to lick my lips but I dared not run my eyes over his torso, nor admire his tattoos and the necklaces he always seemed to wear. His earring that hung in his right ear glinted when he moved his head slightly, watching me sharply. Maybe it was a both-way thing…? I shook my head.

"Really?" I said, coming back to reality, now remembering his mocking comment.

I cocked a brow arrogantly, doing my very best version of Dad’s face, a look I have practised many times in the mirror growing up. I smirked, scoffing slightly as I looked him up and down. He narrowed his eyes at me and I simply rolled mine.

"Funny way to show it, you’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me. I mean, I don’t see me going up to you and trying to kiss or flirt with you." I remarked in the most mocking tone I could muster. Goddess, how did these Alphas do it? Arrogance was not in my bones.

"Keep acting fucking delusional, now get the fuck out." He growled, his jaw clenched.

I resisted a giggle. Haha, I had pissed him off. Now feeling rather smug, I stepped closer to him.

"I assure you Alpha, if I wanted to… I’d have you hard in no time." I said softly, letting my gaze fall to the front of his pants.

He smirked, and for a moment I faltered. Was this smart? I was confident… but that arrogant smirk was throwing me off…

I stopped in my tracks, I was not going to let him mess with my head. Not this time.

"But I'm not even interested in seducing you." I said coldly.