Page 49 of Knot your Good Girl

I don’t hesitate as I scoff, “I’ve got the time.”

“Turn around,” he says. I pivot on the balls of my feet until my back is turned towards him.

“What is my scent?” he asks. His body brushes against mine as he traces his nose along my shoulder, my neck, my cheek. Every moment, he is inhaling the scent of my perfume.

“I’m not falling for that,” I say, shaking my head. “You’ll say I smell the same way.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I detect a distinct huff to his tone. “I’m not looking for an omega.”

“I don’t need to tell you. We aren’t a scent match. If we were, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself around me. I’d send you into a rut.”

I experience an abrupt shiver down my spine as he distances himself from me, leaving me with a sense of emptiness, as if I yearn for the embrace of his arms.

“How do you know I’m not holding back?” he asks.

“Not one alpha is that restrained.”

“This alpha is.”

“Turn around,” he barks, and now I know I’ve pissed him off.

I chew the inside of my cheek as I slowly turn to face him. My eyes lower to the ground as I wait for his next command. I doubt I’m going to like it.

Face him.My sister’s voice tells me. I wish I was as brave as her.

But I’m not.

I’m the weaker sister. Nothing changes that. Despite trying my hardest to live like her.

Be like her.

I’m not my sister.

When I gaze up at him, his eyes hold a peculiar, tender look, reminiscent of when he cradled me on the aircraft. There’s definitely something deeper going on in his head.

I brush it off when he smoothly glides his hand up my back and into my hair. Tugging me closer to him and firmly pressing his lips against mine in a savage kiss.

It’s merely a kiss, yet my body feels engulfed in flames. He does this to me; elicits feelings of neediness and desperation towards him.

He makes me feel alive.

He makes me feel.

And I hate that he makes me feel this way.

He compels my lips to part with his tongue, gliding into my mouth, waltzing with mine while he retreats towards the bed, dragging me in his wake.

I want him naked too and my fingers claw at his shirt, tugging against the buttons, but when he covers my hand, I stop.

He continues to reject any sexual advances from me.

He rotates me until the back of my knees make contact with the mattress and forcefully presses me downwards. “You’re a naughty girl. I thought you were a good girl, Holly.”

My mind races as I think about everything.

Has he worked out why I was taking photos in my room?

I mentioned tier four when he was watching, but would someone like him know about the app to work it out?

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