COLD COMFORT

"Please, Jude. Don't do this to me." I plead with him, kneeling in front of him.

He squats to level up with my position, and he glares at me. He shuts his eyes, and opens it again.

"I loved you, Isabella." He says as I sob.

"Why did you go on with Dylan?" He rants on. "Even if five hundred Werewolves mark you, I, as a complete Vampire, can take away the mark." He says. "Do you know that?" I nod, and he smirks.

"Now, will you get mated to me?" He asks, raising his brows.

"Getting mated to a Vampire?" I retort, and he grins.

"Oh no! You are not ready." He replies, smirking. "You're not interested."

He stands to his feet and he shuts the door, rolling the keys. He's locked the door, what is he up to?

He comes near me, and pushes me to the bed. He joins me on the bed and cuddles me. I jerk away his hands but he overpowers me. He loosens the buttons on his shirt, and unbuckles his belt as the trousers drop on the bed. He comes nearer, and draws down my final undies.